But there is just so much to see in June to make me go back inside for my camera.
Everything is growing in green tidal wave.
The oriental poppies are out in all their glory. They are already beginning to spread and flop and sag all over the place. They do this to me every year but they have to be forgiven for the sooty perfection of their blotched centres. And they love our garden, which not everything does. But next year I will reduce the number a bit, despite their beauty, if only to do something about the scale of the problem when they have finished flowering, are cut back and leave a gaping jagged scar desperate for disguise.
The opium poppies are starting to flower, taking the baton of poppyhood from the perennial orientals. They pop up everywhere here, they are practically a weed, but I never think of them as such. I let them flower among the beans and the strawberries, pulling them up when they get over excited, but they also flower on the sunny bank and in the gravel path. Last year there was a perfect ruffled pink and some brilliant reds amongst the usual purples and lilacs. I hope they come again this year. I did shake the pepper pot seedheads around but I could very easily have pulled them up somewhere. If I could get my garden recording right I would be so much better a gardener. I keep diaries and make notes and carefully label things for weeks and then have an attack of what-the-hell and leave it for a week and lose track all over again.
I didn't get into the side garden with my camera. I think this must be a garden for spring and early summer. There is so much to see. I wonder if there will still be a gap in August?