The heavy rain yesterday knocked off, down one of the tulip tree flower buds. They are magnificent on the tree, en-masse, but especially up close and personal.
I’ve left it on the garden table just in case any little buzzer is interested, and it’s slowly opening. Medium sized apple for comparison.
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden.
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel.
