Here we are in the IoW. I arrived to find that my lovely gardener had given me a tray of sweet violets to console me for my failure in growing them from seed. He is a very kind man.
I now have rather more than I’d intended but I do like to over plant and I’m sure I can find spots for them all. Supposedly, Victorian dandies would wear the flowers in their buttonholes.
Overall the garden is looking rather nice (if quite damp). The bluebells are now out, which are very pretty. I suspect them of being the invasive Spanish bluebells – if I were a better, more committed, more ecologically sound gardener, I would rip out the lot and burn them. But I’m not and I won’t.