Another spring, another April. After weeks without rain, the skies have at last turned grey and some good, heavy April showers have fallen on the parched land. There is not enough to refill reservoirs and replenish supplies of groundwater, so drought restrictions are in place across Southern England, but it has been a relief to see fields, gardens and commons looking green again.
On Saturday, I walked around the garden under grey skies, but blossoms and spring flowers brightened the day. The air was full of birdsong and the hum of bees.
Celandines have been in bloom for weeks, but close their star-like, yellow flowers when the sun is hidden by cloud.
Blossoms on the cherry begin as deep pink buds and each flower pales almost into white as it opens, fades and lets its petals fall.
Vivid orange buds of the Berberis. The flowers are loved by bees and the fruit will be devoured by hungry blackbirds in late summer.
Pear blossom - white against grey sky.
The Amelanchier has bloomed its best this year.
....Lenten hellebores in the shade of taller trees.........
....and a self-set bluebell underneath an oak.
....and Old Dog, still pottering around the garden.
The sweet, heady scent of Viburnum carlesii .......
...and one of my favourite daffodils, delicately coloured in lemon and white.
A patch of lovely Forget Me Not, well named, which seeded from plants originally brought from my late parents` garden.
Tulip against green fronds of emerging tansy.
Viburnum against bamboo, underplanted by Nature with the ever-present Ground Elder!
...and pale blue flowers of Rosemary, waiting for the bees.