The hammamelis mollis. Every year it takes me by surprise. For weeks it is an undistinguished little tree in the corner of the field and then one day it is full of gorgeous spidery blossoms with a clear sweet scent.
The new White Wyandotte hens out for a scratch and a wander.
A tiny pink flower on the scented geranium, protected by being just under the canopy of the yew tree on the edge of a sunny wall.