Rays of Hope
Friday 24th May
In these recent freezing cold days with the garden battered by high winds, sleet, hail and rain, it feels like there is little to celebrate. Yet this evening I braced it outside only to find that there was in fact much to take joy in - you just had to look a little harder.
This lovely soft lemon curd yellow rhododendron:
The still glorious scent and flowers of Skimmia japonica:
The unfurling of hosta leaves:
Some lime green Primula 'Francesca':
The delicate creamy white bells of Clematis 'Broughton Bride'
The welcome light on a gloomy evening of white rhododendron:
The glorious unfurling of ferns, like shepherds' hooks:
Cheerful blue forget-me-not in a shady border:
Clematis Montana ready to burst into life, scrambling amongst an old conifer bush and climbing through the branches of a beautiful copper beech tree:
Pulmonaria (Lungwort) nestling beside a path:
A pale purple rhododendron offering the first strong colours of summer beside a bench:
The heavenly scent of Viburnum burkwoodii filling the air as I walk down the path:
Delphiniums bursting forth behind the Tellima grandiflora (sign of a damp environment!)
Tight buds of Wisteria sinensis waiting to burst into purple pendulous plumes:
Raindrops on Alchemilla mollis, taking over the terrace:
A red explosion of peony stems:
Mirrored by the red shoots of a nearby rose:
And here again by the flaming shoots of Pieris, lighting up a dark corner:
The vibrant purple of self-seeded honesty:
Contrasting with the delicate pale pink hues and perfectly formed structure of a rhododendron flower:
Cherry blossom trying to make an appearance:
The glory of bluebells, herald of better things:
Forget-me-knots hiding behind Cotoneaster:
Welsh poppies by a bench:
Aquilegia finding itself amongst the hydrangea:
Red berries of Aucuba, in defiance of frost and wind damage:
Glorious puffs of Pulsitilla seedheads:
Green shoots of new growth:
Acid green Euphorbia spikes against wine red foliage:
Wild violets self-seeding between the flags:
New life in defiance of apparent death:
The majestic heads of Allium waiting to burst open into purple perfection:
In these recent freezing cold days with the garden battered by high winds, sleet, hail and rain, it feels like there is little to celebrate. Yet this evening I braced it outside only to find that there was in fact much to take joy in - you just had to look a little harder.
This lovely soft lemon curd yellow rhododendron:
The still glorious scent and flowers of Skimmia japonica:
The unfurling of hosta leaves:
Some lime green Primula 'Francesca':
The delicate creamy white bells of Clematis 'Broughton Bride'
The welcome light on a gloomy evening of white rhododendron:
Cheerful blue forget-me-not in a shady border:
Clematis Montana ready to burst into life, scrambling amongst an old conifer bush and climbing through the branches of a beautiful copper beech tree:
A pale purple rhododendron offering the first strong colours of summer beside a bench:
The heavenly scent of Viburnum burkwoodii filling the air as I walk down the path:
Delphiniums bursting forth behind the Tellima grandiflora (sign of a damp environment!)
Tight buds of Wisteria sinensis waiting to burst into purple pendulous plumes:
Raindrops on Alchemilla mollis, taking over the terrace:
A red explosion of peony stems:
Mirrored by the red shoots of a nearby rose:
And here again by the flaming shoots of Pieris, lighting up a dark corner:
The vibrant purple of self-seeded honesty:
Contrasting with the delicate pale pink hues and perfectly formed structure of a rhododendron flower:
The glory of bluebells, herald of better things:
Forget-me-knots hiding behind Cotoneaster:
Welsh poppies by a bench:
Aquilegia finding itself amongst the hydrangea:
Red berries of Aucuba, in defiance of frost and wind damage:
Glorious puffs of Pulsitilla seedheads:
Green shoots of new growth:
Acid green Euphorbia spikes against wine red foliage:
Wild violets self-seeding between the flags:
New life in defiance of apparent death:
The majestic heads of Allium waiting to burst open into purple perfection:
Indeed, even on a freezing cold evening in late May, there is actually so much to celebrate.
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