When I got home from Wales, the Virginia bluebells and the uvularia were already fading, but trillium and ginger (those little brown jugs!) and some of the dwarf iris, false and true Solomon's seals, celandine poppies, bleeding hearts (white or pink-and-white), and more were in bloom.
My friend Clive has asked me so many times in the past for glimpses of my garden, and at last I shall satisfy him and anybody else who wants a peek. The guilt was quite useful; no doubt it was what prevented me from doing fourteen loads of laundry this morning. But now I shall go upstairs, away from words and flowers and be dutiful. Have a ramble in my garden while I'm gone.
And if you feel like a wrangle with arts and culture, move on down to the previous post. We need brains at work!