So. My new garden was just a mass of weeds plus clumps of green thingies. Could have been anything -tulips – daffs – iris – who knew. Certainly not me. I have been eying them with a certain amount of displeasure for many months, waiting for them to justify their existence. Finally –
Bluebells. Glad I didn’t rip out the lot in frustration.
I’ve been humming “Bluebells, on a Sunday af-ter-noon” . I decided to google it. It’s not Bluebells at all – it’s “Groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon”. Another long held delusion bites the dust. Oh well. I had some of it right.
And I finally managed to get a half way decent pic of our Longtail Tit.
He’s not looking his usual dapper self – wind and rain have ruffled his feathers, and he has a mouth full.
Hope you all have an excellent week – it’s a bank holiday here tomorrow with the strong possibility of more rain.
Come hell or high water, I shall garden 🙂