Well, flowers and other things ...
Spring is a touch tardy this year. And we're sorta shorta rain ..
But ... here we are, Cup Week coming up and things are budding and even blooming ..
Yellow has been my favourite colour for decades. Witness, my racing silks ..
When my beloved Ian died, oh so many years ago, I buried his ashes under the old cherryblossom tree in the garden in front of my living-room window, and Wendy and I planted golden lilies and irises on the spot. Each year, they come into bloom in Yesvember ... I hadn't really noticed, but of course, each year they have spread a little wider .. and this year they have outdone Wordsworth's daffodils ..
He's thinking about it ....
and doubtless thinking also of past years, when he could battle off the concurrence and service thirty hens a day
And the self-planted .. I have a weakness for these children of nature ... and the revenants from previous years are popping up, in places expected and unexpected...
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