Joys of Spring

Are the ones in your garden 'English' or 'Spanish' bluebells, annobel?

First few flowers of wild plum blossom opening here but the bluebells (Endymion non-scriptus) have a bit to go yet before they flower.

That's the problem, bags, I am fairly certain that they are the Spanish invaders.

oo-er!

Could you dig them up bit by bit, dry out the bulbs and trash them?

The woods at Dalguise were carpeted with Real bluebell leaves last weekend. Next month the whole area will be blue and beautiful. Argyll is well-endowed with real bluebells as well — whole hillsides of them. Gorgeous! We are very lucky.

They go very deep and I have tried to get rid of them, but arthritic shoulders make it difficult. However, I have acquired a gardener and he may be able to do the job.

Oh, I'm going to miss the bluebells. Depending on what the weather does in the next couple of weeks.
A bit of a wrench heading off south of the equator at this time of year. Shall try to organise things better in future. Anyone know what Butternut is up to? gone all quiet. I pm-ed her too... Is she off visiting/being visited?

Yes, butty is off on her travels – in Britain I think. Not sure when she's duw back.

duw? That's a good one!

Just noticed that the old damson tree at the end of the garden is blossoming. It is usually in full bloom on my son's birthday which is a fortnight today. Around here the magnolias are at their wonderful best, though I don't have one.

The wild rose that twines between the branches of the ancient woodland tree, just beyond our fence, has burst into bright green leaf. In time, the roses will resemble an exceedingly long necklace. The bluebell leaves are up and ready to go. These, together with wild yellow iris, will carpet long stretches of land along the peninsula.

Had long soak in very hot bath. Emerged all rosy-glowed. Putting hair in rollers [for trip to you know where] and, lo and behold, I spied the above mentioned wild rose. The hurricane made major modifications to some parts of the wild wood...the garland is in bloom and has been relocated a short distance from it's original location. It was a sight to gladden the heart.

I'm signing off for a few days. You'll not be too far from my thoughts. Thanks for all your support. Take good care of yourselves and each other.

You will look lovely in theatre super! And you can look forward to seeing your wild rose in bloom, maybe in about six weeks. I hope all goes well tomorrow. ((((hug))))

Wishing you all the best for tomorrow, super. I'll think of you while I'm slogging up Ben Cleuch! x

I'm sure everything will go swimmingly super and you'll be back on form in no time at all. We'll be thinking about you

Thinkng of you tromorrow supernana. All the best for recovery.

Tramping about in the Ochils
On a day sunny enough for my face
To "catch it"!
Lovely old mill town pub,
The Woolsack in Tillicoultry
For a half pint of lager shandy after.
Then a drive back to sunny (yes, really!) Argyll.
I never realised till I looked down
At the wide Forth Valley
East of Stirling today,
That there is so much flat land in Scotland!!
Scotland doesn't do flat, much.

The bluebells are just beginning to flower in the woods around us - lovely!

Loved the spring green of the newly opening larch and hawthorn leaves that I drove past today. More primroses, lesser celandines, dandelions and daisies in my garden every day .

It's lovely to see the trees beginning to get their new leaves. They seem to go all fuzzy round the edges with bright green growth. I love this time of year - it's the best I think, complete with the promise of the whole spring and summer ahead

These early days as the trees start to show their leaves are my favourite time of the year. Each morning when I wake up, the first thing I see outside my bedroom window is the wood and the view is getting gradually greener by the day. Magical!

My malus trees are covered in little red leaves and one of the rowans is also bursting forth.

When I arrived back from being away
I gathered my shears and entered the fray
Of a wild and woolly garden
Grown long with sunshine rays
And there at the back of my rhubarb cloche
Grew some forgotten stunted tulips
With hues of parchment white, dusty purple
Mixed with strikingly bright yellow-orange heads
Striped and tatty.
So along with some small lime-green-yellow euphorbia
I gathered a handful of Spring
Forgetting all about shearing, preening and pruning
And was happily home again.

I can just imafine a jugful on your kitchen table, butty .

ThAt would be imagine if I could make this iPad behave!

Mine's playing up with yahoo! I think I'm going to have to take it to a&e ie apple genius bar! Just hope I don't get seduced by the new one!