They Keep on Coming ...

Another flush of tulips ...

I’m channelling my inner Lady-of-the-Manor, (swanning about with the fancy-schmancy woven willow trug that I bought at Sissinghurst a decade ago).

I’ve not had much use of it till now, since most of my time in the garden has been spent planting and weeding. Picking flowers for the house is pleasure, pure and simple. I think this is what I imagined it would be like when we started this project 15 years ago.

It won’t last ... and thank goodness for that, but I’m sort of enjoying the silver-lining -ness ...