If you read this blog regularly, or even irregularly, you’ll know you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes, or even Dr Watson, to work out that I like flowers, that I like spring, and that spring flowers is a winning combinatio in my book. A seasonal jackpot. It is evident walking these mean streets that a lot of people feel the same way. There are daffodils, primula, hyacinths and other things whose name I wouldn’t know flowering away in tubs, on windowsills, in tiny and spacious gardens, in parks. Trees are bursting into blossom. Today’s blue skies and sunshine made them even lovelier, and as you’d expect, I took a few snaps.
But some householders eschew the simple plant. A few gardens feature ornaments. Here’s one to show you what I mean:
I think I’ll stick with daffs.