I've been meaning to participate in Aisling's Sunday Stroll for a while now, and finally I remembered on the right day. I think it is a delightful idea, as well as having a lovely name. Not a walk or a jog but a leisurely stroll on one's land, keeping an eye out for what's growing.
The first bleeding heart.
I am so pleased because Tom's mother gave us a bunch of forget-me-nots last summer, and they not only came up, but are blooming.
There are still a few daffodils in bloom, though many have faded. I always feel a sadness when the first flowers of the season go by.
The shallots are doing great!
Violets are everywhere. How I love them. These were the flowers I held on our wedding day, bought at a flower stall in South Kensington.
The crab apples are in bloom.
Every day is a Sunday Stroll for the chickens.