May has to be the most glorious month. The overwhelming exuberance of new growth. the freshness of the green, interupted only by the dazzling white of the may blossom.
The hedgerows, field margins and undisturbed corners abound with the likes of cow parsley, red campion and comfrey which, in turn, entice insects to their nectar as they’ve done for generation upon generation. These are sights that often go unnoticed by many people as they speed by – needing always to be somewhere other than where they already are.
On one of my many wanderings with the dog the other afternoon, I happened across a fallen pine tree. A casualty, I supect, of the winter storms. It did, however, give me the opportunity to see the wonderful textures and colours of the bark from a different perspective.
One up-side of the very wet winter appears to be the reappearance of Honesty under a hedge in my garden. I hadn’t seen it for a couple of years so was delighted to see it peeping out again.
The veg beds are starting to fill up with seedlings sown earlier in the year, and the greenhouse is supporting the more tender plants until they’re transfered outside or to the prepared beds either side of the greenhouse path. Not long now before I get to taste the first morsels of this season’s home-grown produce.