There is a moment every year in the garden when the bright yellow daffodils are over and the colour of the massed perennials is still to come, when all is calm. Many shades of green, and tiny flecks of blue forget-me-nots and blue and pink pulmonarias, pure white daffodils and creamy white tulips...It's like that little pause when the conductor raises his baton....before the symphony begins. An expectant hush.
A short quiet interlude on the blog too, till Tuesday...have a lovely week-end.