The quince tree is appreciating the extra light afforded by the tree felling early in the year, with a more symmetrical form and healthy blossom which I hope will not be blighted by frost as they were last year. 
Grown from seed, I am proud of the heartsease, happy little faces which smile from their dappled basket, with the ‘insect hotel’ behind. If I were a bee, I would like to live here.
And the plot is starting to come to life, late compared to previous years, but promising; overseen by the majestic copper beech, colour delicious in the early summer sun. I may be fanciful, but biodynamic preparation 500 does seem to make it all shine more….
‘Golden Sweet’ mange tout peas on the far right above- hope the pigeons don’t get them!
Huerto 
Dead envious, as always! Beautiful Ruth, and the lovely basket for Ashen. I am re-reading Adam Bede and you ( and she) could both be characters in it- as well elicited as the passages describing seasons. It was the book that drew me to England and to writing!
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Hurrah, yes, warmth, so welcome after all these cold and rainy months, and having being abroad for nearly three weeks, sending off my dad to another realm … now recovering from the stress.
Like Philippa, I’m envious, and in awe of your efforts. As usual, I just manage essentials, cutting masses of fat and high grass, for a start. Rouland will come and help with the hedges tomorrow.
But I’ll be looking forward to patches of Canterbury bells, and some peonies among the dappled sunlight of my apple trees..
A garden party in August is on the cards.
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