Crazy, tulips in June. Spring came so late it slammed into summer and all sorts of flowers bloomed together that should have been weeks apart.
But I think these are the last of tulips until 2014.
I photographed them when they were fresh, again as they opened, and finally this morning as they reached the end of their brief lives. Cut flowers are an extravagance. I prefer to buy British grown ones to save the air miles, but I don’t always stick to my principles.
In the garden the roses are coming into their own, the grass was daisy rich until the gardeners came today and mowed them away. I like daisies in the grass. We have a far from perfect lawn, so we might as well make a virtue of our weeds.