Early summer is signalled by the plummy tones of Blowers on TMS floating out of the kitchen radio and curling through the open windows into the garden where his warm velvet voice is joined by the jubilant chirrups of courting birds. This is followed on by the Chelsea Flower Show, a week of unrivaled floral extravagance...yep, we're off...careering towards the Diamond Jubilee, Wimbledon and a small sporting event they call the Olympics taking in Village Fetes, Regattas and garden open days along the way.
Here Down The Lane we are taking a gentle run up to all this bruhaha...
this is The Lane by the way, I realised I have not posted a picture and we have been here almost a year now! The house is at the top of the hill through the green tunnel.
I duly put cushions outside at the weekend and momentarily thought I might read the papers there...of course it was far too chilly and there was an enormous dandelion clump in amongst the rogue couch grass currently invading the hydrangea beds...it stared me down, I'm afraid and weeding got the better of me.
Later, in need of unfurling, having crouched low over the weeds all morning, Boodle and I took a stroll. Across the Lane and into Dangerfield ( yes, THAT field, as you know it slopes away dramatically). Here we took a few moments to admire the buttercups and bright green baby oak leaves. The advantage of being on a hill is of course the view but the day was grey and the whole field was lit by bright yellow buttercups, so no need to look any further afield ...studs of yellow buds floating above the grass...
can you spot the chimney stack on the brow of the hill...the house martins have been eyeing it up this week
The whole field all studded in yellow splots like paint flicked onto a green canvas
Oh and I was pleased to note that the Boodle does indeed like butter!