Friday, May 8

The day starts grey and cloudy, the garden is refreshed after a heavy shower. The wind is a brisk south westerly, which is rattling the windchimes. In the morning I see a Blackbird fledgling, the first this year, being closely guarded by one parent. I put out sultanas as a treat and top up the birdbaths. With neighbouring cats often using the garden as a thoroughfare, I hope it makes it to adulthood? The Granny's Bonnets are blooming, and heads of Poppy 'Pattys Plum' are opening, one by one.
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Pull out Forget-me-nots now past their best, before they go to seed!
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