Fading forsythia heralds the garden bursting into life; vibrant colours abound; orange tufts of kerria (Jew's mallow) and pink cascades of ribes (flowering currant) brush the back fence.
Red and yellow tulips stand proud behind a host of golden daffodils.
Bergenia hides among the throng while out in front flowerless pieris flames.
Hyacinths and cheerfulness drift heaven from the perfume patch to the patio bench. The hosta is uncurling its head from its terracotta pot and small pink balls sniff on the end of pungent, chive stalks. Yellow mahonia spikes look up to tiny lilac bobbles and gaze down at spokes of grape hyacinth; while gentle skies of pulmonaria grow alongside cushions of blue, cream, purple... violets, polyanthus and primroses; bees move slowly after just awakening to sunshine... from flower to flower bumbling as though stunned by this sudden call to work.
Neighbouring gardens resound with the excited calls of children and the splash and spray of water; mugs and plates chink and there is a whiff of barbeque. Our blackbird takes an early morning, joyful frenzy and empties the birdbath. Trees have greened and blackthorn edged country lanes white-frosted in three days of glorious sunshine.
The Tyne ,the Tyne ,the coaly Tyne is crossed upriver by a smallscale model of its famous Newcastle/Gateshead bridge. Wey howay! A didn't know that till we did the walk this week!
Garden centres are bustling with ambitious, would-be gardeners pushing pot-laden trolleys full of dreams.
Shorts, cut-offs, strapless tops and sandals......flushed cheeks,freckles, red noses and burnt shoulders...... summer has arrived in North East England.
Aston Villa beat Newcastle 1-0 and the pub heaves a sigh of discontent - again.
Meanwhile we have continued our 25 year investigation into domestic alternative energy! Solar power? we are all 'coldfill' & don't use that much hot water.... Windpower rattles tiles off and requires 130 metres space..... heat-exchangers (below the lawn)give underfloor heating (we have floors & carpets already!)so what is left? photo-voltaic cells feed the national grid but require the right aspect and no patches of shade from trees etc., oh! try, try, try again......
My Mothering Sunday orchid from Kew Gardens and D2 6 years ago is flowering yet again.
Sunday, 10 April 2011
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