Fresh April green here and there has morphed into verdant lushness all over. The first fig crop is forming while the second and more substantial one will happen in autumn.
Little fuzzy olive-green eggs are dotting the peach tree.
The strawberry harvest at present is enough for making a strawberry banana smoothie every other day. Peak production will be reached in several weeks.
Rhubarb is being picked now, the peas will be in a few weeks, and the potatoes at end of July.
The soft green of fennel (the herb, not the bulb) cosies up to flowering sage.
Comfrey is putting out young leaves and buds. It's an amazing plant for other plants as it is used as a fertiliser tea and a compost accelerator.
The weigela's flower-laden branches are draping the front garden in crimson.
The peony is continuing to set just a few blooms as I suspect the last couple of winters were too mild to give it the cold required for abundant flowering.
Hardy miniature gladioli loves to self sow where I dare not to as in smack up to this ivy-covered pergola pillar.
The Ferdinand Pichard Bourbon rose is paying no attention to Dirac the Cat napping in the southwest sous sol window as all of its blooms are leaning directly towards the south to get as much sun exposure as possible.
À la prochaine!
Little fuzzy olive-green eggs are dotting the peach tree.
The strawberry harvest at present is enough for making a strawberry banana smoothie every other day. Peak production will be reached in several weeks.
Rhubarb is being picked now, the peas will be in a few weeks, and the potatoes at end of July.
The soft green of fennel (the herb, not the bulb) cosies up to flowering sage.
Comfrey is putting out young leaves and buds. It's an amazing plant for other plants as it is used as a fertiliser tea and a compost accelerator.
The weigela's flower-laden branches are draping the front garden in crimson.
The peony is continuing to set just a few blooms as I suspect the last couple of winters were too mild to give it the cold required for abundant flowering.
Hardy miniature gladioli loves to self sow where I dare not to as in smack up to this ivy-covered pergola pillar.
The Ferdinand Pichard Bourbon rose is paying no attention to Dirac the Cat napping in the southwest sous sol window as all of its blooms are leaning directly towards the south to get as much sun exposure as possible.
À la prochaine!
Two tiggy-wigs curled up here too. Unlike Thomas, Dirac has room for his toes ;~)
ReplyDelete