The sunshine and warmer weather is a relief after the gloom of last week. I was thoroughly miserable and felt like hibernating until September or whenever the summer decided to turn up. Fortunately I didn't have to wait that long.
The roses and escallonia are out at last, and the nigella and aquilegia have come back again, which is lovely.
I delivered this scented posy full of roses, sage and mint on Saturday, and reused a beautiful Emma Bridgewater bag to keep them safe on the train journey.
I also cut some flowers for me, and used my Black Toast Emma Bridgewater vases and a teeny Jo Malone bottle.
My huge pink Cariad roses are the only David Austin roses I have that have survived the last few years - poor Jude the Obscure and William Shakespeare 2000 have met a sad end. Which is kind of fitting for those writers of tragedies, Thomas Hardy and William Shakespeare.
