As the last week of May unfolds, the garden is surging with vibrant colour.
The bank holiday weekend found us driving to deepest Dorset, with a slight detour over the border to North Devon for a delicious lunch at the River Cottage canteen in Axminster.
New domes of green are springing up across the garden and spreading out, gently swallowing up the bare earth as Spring finally gets into her stride.
Another cold but dry weekend with a bitter south-easterly wind saw us wrapping up warm again to spend as much time in the garden as we could.
Last autumn, I planted several new varieties of narcissus in the garden. The first of these has been in flower for a couple of weeks now, W. P. Milner.
The best of the weather seems to have saved itself for the start of the working week, somewhat typically, but nonetheless the weekend granted us some welcome opportunities for gardening.
I am powerless to resist.
The sun finally made a return appearance on Saturday, though the air was still bitterly cold. The beginning of each weekend finds me eager to discover how the garden has changed, particularly at this time of year when new life surging through the garden can show striking progress.
The ground is not quite as saturated as it has been; though the grass paths in the kitchen garden still squelch under foot, and there is more mud than grass where foot traffic is heaviest alongside the wood store.
A sunny day pulled me into the garden this weekend, though the day was cold and the icy wind unrelenting.