The Ceanothus
I am presently making a soy and honey marinade for a chicken supper, only Mary is up watching me carefully from her seat at the dining table. The other dogs and Albert are all in bed. It's 9.30 already and they won't be up until at least 10.30.
I've just put goose eggs out on the garden wall in a covered bowl. I have a glut of them and need them sold, but already this morning two people have stopped for hen eggs, neither wanting the larger and richer goose eggs. Both visitors have commented on the ceanothus bush in the front garden, which is almost in full bloom. " It's a lovely show" the woman said, and she's right!
May is the best time for flowers at the cottage, both inside and out and The Prof always seems mildly amused by the amount of bloom filled vases dotted around the place. " ooooohhh very nice" he'll quip when faced with another display, but secretly he rather likes how the flowers lift the place.
I've always done it, even when we lived in the city.
So this morning we have white lilac in the window, ( I know it's supposed to be unlucky) , honeysuckle and buttercup on the mantle, aquilegia on the kitchen table and wallflower and white aubretia on the window ledges.
No wonder I enjoy the Flower Show so much