The deciding factor for whether or not the house has a good or bad day, is the weather. Thankfully there’s a lot of sunshine around in this lockdown.

And the bedding bought just before Christmas, basically violas (pansies) has survived more or less to cheer us up.

I’ve lost some to slugs, and negligence, and even more to my cats scripting where they shouldn’t. But for once the Winter baskets have come good, and I have enough pots and troughs to brighten the corners as the pear blossom dies down from the tree and the wisteria has yet to arrive

Mostly my garden is based around purple-pink-white shades.

Though to be honest , I could do with more vulgar pinks.

Down near the house where the bright red tulips just refuse to die, the house opinion is divided on the orange tulips. Maybe I should just have gone dark purple but now, inevitably, the brightest of reds and oranges are there forever.

Since the closest I can come to tasteful, is the violets everywhere in amongst the paving, I should probably just embrace vulgar and be done with it.

Though if there were to be one show-stopper at the moment, it wouldn’t be flowers or even blossom, but the foliage of the little maple tree planted far too close to the house, long before we arrived.

It may be more beautifully red in the Autumn, but the mix of red and green leaves with dappled sunshine is still beautiful.