On a misty morning….

 

How the borders are changing, yellows gone and ablaze with red tulips, lovely old fashioned cowslips & Devon violets in the borders have also self-seeded into the lawn.

 

The reclaimed brick path that we laid, also has self-seeded violets

In Emily’s garden, a nick name for my gran Trixie, is a Cornish granite gate post with her name on a metal plaque, it is a quiet woodland garden carpeted with old fashioned primroses and wood anenomes, standing next to the shady willow trees and mill pond and sluice gate, so if you are sitting there you can listen to the trickle of the water.

In the garden today

 

Florence was supervising from my Mum’s garden today.

At the moment the magnolia is in bud and flowering, mmm the poor thing is early again which means we will be having another hard frost soon – sod’s law!

The borders are a riot of yellow and mauve, and the scent is wonderful, narcissi and hyacinths, a handy hint, if you are not aware, when shop bought hyacinths have finished flowering do not throw them away, plant them out, a great amount of these in the border are ones that I have had in the house.

 

The spot with the angels is where our lovely old chap Wallace is now

he now resides in this quiet corner with daffs & snowdrops and later on in the year he is surrounded with beautiful arum lilies.

If you have been following me for a while you may remember the path that Michael and I laid for my Mum, made from reclaimed bricks and tiles it has settled in nicely and is now being colonised by these beautiful violets.

 

After the supervising of the tour, surely it is time for tea?