Ain’t that the truth Mr Ben Watt.
Today was regime change at Black Bough. Or rather I changed the window.
Out with the Angie Lewin-esque umbellifer stems and in with blackthorn blossom. It’s pretty fragile stuff, I pinched the branches from a local field (with the permission of the farmer obviously) and although the branches still seem to be full of flower, the back of my car is also looking like the aftermath of some vigorous confetti throwing at a country wedding.
Primroses are still “underplanting” these branches but they might see themselves moved to the meadow at home any day soon – to join the emergent camassias and erythronium.