ack again for garden view the second, hosted by the Patient Gardener. The daffodils are over now, I dead headed the last few on Wednesday, so it's all about the bluebells with support from the forget-me-nots, and some tulips trying to steal the show. Working from the top of the garden down:
bove - veggie patch is coming to life. First set of peas started flowering in the last couple of days. Carrots, parsnips, radish and broad beans have all finally germinated properly. In fruit corner (below) I think we're gonna sort out this twiggy mess at the back here and think about raspberries. Is it too late to plant raspberries? We'll find out I guess...
bove: The winter honeysuckle has leafed out and is casting a huge shadow. Gonna have to sort that out a bit me thinks, but the bluebells and forget-me-nots are making a very pretty seen closer to the house. This corner in the bottom right is supposed to be turning into a pretend wild flower meadow, but it's doing nothing right now... hope it cheers up soon. Below: I forgot to take a picture here last time, probably because there was nothing to see. The peony is up now though, and the tulips are trying to brighten it up (they are very pretty). Very obviously there's a lot of space though, so we're going put some runner beans etc climbing up the fence this month - Alys Fowler style.
his corner is filling out now, which is very exciting - so much to come from here!! In the opposite corner (below) I had to show this just for comedy. The bluebells immediately under the compost heap are HUGE - almost two feet long and not stopped gaining height yet. Under those, the overall view from the backdoor looking out. To my eyes the view is very blue at the moment, but for some reason all those tiny specks loose their impact in a photo.
vidence that no one appreciates a bit of handmade blanket quite like Mr. Vince. I'm painfully aware that all making activities have come to a halt. I'm not even into 
n the cycle home on Friday evening, after sitting in on a recording for Radio 4 in town (it was much funnier than that sounds... 
'm not a pink girl in any way - I can't bear to wear it. Cherry blossom is the exception that proves the rule. I have a deep seated love of cherry trees, especially the pink ones, from childhood. When I was little we had an old large cherry tree by our back gate whose branches spread over the wall onto the street. I used to climb up and lie along the branch amongst the leaves and blossom and watch the people walking up and down the road. In the spring, if the weather was right, it would carpet the road and gutters with pink blossom. This tree was cut down by my Dad so the gate could be widened in order to fit in some new vehicle or other. I was devastated, my Mum promised to buy a new tree to put in exactly the same spot (albeit a couple of feet to the right) to help stem the flow of tears. A few years later we took a trip to the garden centre together and picked the tree and planted it together.
on-native pests are very common in our garden. Spotted today, the infamous 
y second GBBD, hurray! I've been kind of ill these past few days, so hopefully a post full of flowers will get my immune system heading back in the right direction. First up, the daffodils. My golden trumpets are on their way out, I had to start dead-heading over the weekend. Dead heading the daffodils has always been my job, ever since I was little and my Mum would send me out to do hers. It's not a particularly labour intensive job, but it is a sad one. I spend weeks watching their slow ascent very impatiently, and then they're gone. There are still one or two left to enjoy for now though.
