It's always the same, the garden, but always slightly different. This spring, the newcomer is a couple of patches of - wait for it - the inevitable lesser celandine, which has found its way into our garden the same as it seems to have found its way everywhere else this spring. If it were like a triffid, then humanity would be in big trouble, but luckily it's a pretty, small flower that at no point is going to rise up and sting the human race to death before eating them.
Yellow flag is making its way out of the pond, and the bird box sits high on the silver birch tree, as yet uninvestigated close up by the local tit population, but I've seen them in the other trees around it.
The evening skies are a beautiful blue, but still, we don't have the warmth for the butterflies I seek. But I'll still be out and about in the next four days, to see what I can see for you.
|Nestbox in the birch|
|Yellow flag emerging from the rather neglected pond|
|A thing on top of a thing|
|In one of the tubs|
|Garden as a whole|
|Up in the birch|