We are on the threshold of summer now, and the weather is steadily warming up - and about time, too. It hasn’t been quite as wet here as in some places, but spring has seemed very slow to arrive. It was just last week that there was a rush of sap to stem, and all the leaves opened and the perennials bulked up, and the garden became green instead of earthy. Now the greenhouse is full of seedlings, and I have a propagation area just beside it with plants waiting for me to find a space. Daffodils and tulips are over, but the first iris is in flower, a soft white one, and the first rose buds have appeared on the Tuscany Superb - always the first to perform. We found an empty eggshell on the patio yesterday, softly blue and less than two centimetres long, probably a dunnock’s, as I’ve seen a pair growing bolder in the garden this year. Other birds are frantically feeding chicks, trees are putting out blossom and the hedgerows have moved from primrose to cowslip and cuckoo flower.
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