To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

Almost the end of May, just as the first delicate May blossoms unfurl. The garden has suddenly sprung to life, the mossy lawn now dotted with daisies and clover, trees still clad in new greens. Yet the plants nurtured in the greenhouse have stood still since planted out and cold dry weather persists. A welcome rain fell, soaked up by the dry ground.

The garden is filled with birds, Goldfinches eating the dandelion seeds, sparrows, song thrush, blackbird, robin, chaffinch and greenfinch and a splendid crow!

Hopefully with the opening of the the Hawthorn the weather will warm up fulling the old adage;

 Ne’r cast a clout till the may is oot

Happy gardening and thanks for stopping by today!