In the morning, as the sun hits the soil, they open out. “They”
are the three deep purple crocuses that somehow escaped our gardener’s
attention when she cleared the front garden. In some ways they are all the more
impressive as there are no rivals for attention, just a bay tree & a stump
of rosemary.
By the afternoon they are wide open. The golden centre is
displayed, contrasting so well against the deep purple of the petals.
In the back other plants are appearing. More crocuses, golden
daffodils, yellow primulas & some blue grape hyacinths, new for this year.
The hellebores are in big bunches now, both white & dusky pink.
The time has come to get down to a garden centre & buy a few
things for the front. Our gardener has given me a list of her ideas.
Unfortunately I’m once more going down with a cold. I’m definitely snuffling.
It’s not too bad so far. I’m just hoping I can keep it at that level.
Yesterday we went along to the golf club. The view across the
Bay was magnificent. For once it was as still as a mill pond. Quite a glacial
blue. A sort of mist seem to hang above it as the warm air hit the cold water.
The only sign of movement when the odd bird dived for food. A canoe even glided
by. We don’t often see them here as the water tends to be too rough, the
current too strong. Sublime.
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