A rose by any other name...

Inexorably the seasons move on with tomorrow being the longest day. It seems no time at all since I was blipping snowy gardens. Now the daffodils have come and gone, the rhododendron is fast wilting and now the roses and lilies are coming into bloom. The peony has been battered into submission by last week's rain.

A complete change of subject since my time by the river is now over. In one of the Bond books Ian Fleming observed that M (a former admiral) settled for a wooded landscape when he could not be beside the sea. I will just have to settle for the suburban garden.