So it is all-change again in the garden as the daffodils begin to die back. Isn't it funny, we long for them to come, poets write long poems about their beauty, we write long diatribes on our blogs about them, and then suddenly one day we begin to say that they are "past their best."
Then it is all downhill - first we have to cut off the dead heads to give the bulbs a chance to replenish themselves for next year; then there is a problem with what to do with the leaves (perhaps Bob can give us a pointer here?); then soon we begin to complain about the strappy leaves - we wish they would go as they look so untidy etc. etc. But at the moment they are just in their dying back stage - and other things are taking over.
The muscari (grape hyacinths) are perhaps the most beautiful blue of any garden flower - in my garden they are very invasive and again the leaves are a nuisance; but at present they are out and their blueness dominates the whole front garden.
But the two things which give me the greatest joy are the weeping cherry in the middle of the lawn, which today is bursting into flower, and Spirea Bridal Wreath which in the next few days will become absolutely smothered with white blossom, so reminiscent of a bridal veil. So today, when I am very busy - people to eat tonight, things to do - I leave you with two images of my garden post-daffodil. Next week my bed of scarlet tulips will be out - now there's a violent splash of colour for you!
Please note## I am not intending to EAT people tonight - so if you are reading this Dominic or Denise - it is quite safe to come!