Blossom was a long time coming this year, but in the end it seemed to effervesce over night and was gone as quickly as it arrived. The cherry was a picture, but short lived; the falling petals giving the pond a flashover of pink before turning, in a few hours, to a decomposing mush, that was reminiscent of the ‘rose water perfume’ we used to try and make in jam jars as kids.
The lilac has obviously adored this years bizare weather profile and has been at the best we’ve seen in 18 years.
Bees, we seem to have a garden full of bees. Spud has found a bumble bee nest, in the bank near the pond, and has been trying to excavate it.
You can rest assured it is a topic this blog will be returning too.