Here is the side garden. The hardy geraniums are blasting away, the peonies are just finishing and the poppies are about to come into flower.
Come closer and you can see it all surging upward.
And closer still
Out in the field the daffodils are long since over, the apple blossom is gone but the wild flowers in the orchard are coming into flower.
You need to take the path to get in amongst them to see them properly.
This is fox and cubs which I mentioned in an earlier post.
Around them the ox eye daisies are just about to open, late I know to those who live lower down and further south.
A spire of self sown white foxglove pushes up through grasses and plantain.
The cutting garden is still more promise than plenty. It will be good this year I hope. Everything in it is timed to be in flower for Ian's birthday on 1st July. I realise this makes me sound like a Chelsea wannabee and really it will flower whenever it wants to and the weather allows, but that is the hope. Fingers crossed.
Here is the new bit with the native trees, looking rather empty still despite what feels like weeks of planting things out. Somewhere in here are fourteen pulmonaria plants, courtesy of Jane, and endless hellebores, courtesy of Sarah Raven, and quite a hot of hardy geraniums from Malvern and from.
splitting up some of what I have elsewhere. When it gets bigger I will show you.
And here is the kitchen garden. The small black lump at the bottom of the picture is part of the head of my son and daughter in law's beautiful black labrador, Flora, who is staying for a fortnight. I do think she deserves a photograph of her own. I will have to work on that.
This is the kitchen garden looking back to the gate. The tomatoes are all out in their pots. We had better not get any frost now.
June is the best month in this garden which is some consolation for the ending of May. So much happening, so much more to come.