Transition

The garden is evolving from the wonders of daffodils and tulips, primroses and other spring delights that were here a few weeks ago.

and robins are singing their courting songs, hanging around in the morning waiting for the Man to provide their breakfast, often within a few feet of his busy hands

It is in one of my favourite phases just now, where the maple, ceanothus and rhododendron create the most ravishing sequence of colours,

The forget me nots are in their final phase of flowering, challenging me to delay puling them out because there are still a few blooms, but also being rather thuggish about drowning out everything else with their ticklish furred leaves

the garden seat beckons, and the little water boy is guarding the pond with its conical cover very carefully. 

cornflower sparkle against the lime green of euphorbia

maple leaves and their flower sprigs catch the slanting sunlight

and in the front garden granny’s bonnets are nodding their heads as the sun sinks in the sky, 

and the iris are creating fleur-de-lis of light against the fence.

What joy