Slowly re-entering the land of the living after being hit hard by a nasty virus that I think has been lurking in my sinuses ever since returning from Lisbon. The descent on the plane at Heathrow took a long time this time and the normally uncomfortable but tolerable routine pressurisation problems this time made me feel as if my head was about to part company with my body.
I’ve felt odd ever since (even more odd than is normal, dear readers !!). Whatever has been hanging around finally blossomed as a miserable cold – or viral attack of some other sort, which has had me taking to my bed on several occasions in the last few days, attempting to resurface and finding I was not able to do so, giving up and returning to a horizontal position.
Up and about for part of today though – and into the garden to capture the laburnum tree in its biennial glory – like the apple tree at the back of the house, it is old and only gives of its best once every two years – and this is the year for both of them to explode with blossom.
The apple tree looks set to give a fine harvest – so we are seeking out an apple press for cider making (any for sale, please contact me!) – the laburnum, on the other hand, will not be consumed by anyone – merely admired in its abundance.
The glorious pink rhododendron is also at its best right now – this is the single bloom of a bush that I had planted just after we moved here, which had been buried in the undergrowth and forgotten. It was rescued last year and planted behind the pond – this year it will be cut back and fingers crossed, it will shoot again from its base. You can see why it is worth all the effort to renovate it – isn’t that dark flushing on the inside of the blooms strikingly handsome?
And as you can see, Lissie has been keeping an eye on me while I carry out my "duties" in the garden – it’s tiring being a pussycat and having to supervise the workers, you know!