The colours they are a changing’. Yellow and white have definitely lost their monopoly.
In the garden blue camassia are going strong and pink hyacinth, aquilegia and the remains of the cherry blossom are muscling in with rosy tones. In the fields and hedgerows the thin yellow line of oilseed rape is just starting to tip over. There is a froth of forget-me- not, spangles of cats eyes and the first tangles of purple veitch in the verges. Where it’s damp water avens are uncurling.
There’s a tang of hawthorn in the air and silverweed underfoot
I’m looking forward to summer now.