The rather sickly sweet smell of oilseed rape which has permeated every corner of our house and garden is beginning to dwindle as the garish bright yellow of the fields starts to fade and the rolling hills take on their more customary hues . The foam flecked hedgerows are full of cow parsley and Queen Anne's lace interspersed with little patches of purple campion and bluebells and the evenings are drawing out . The sun has some strength but as soon as it goes behind a cloud that mean wind reminds you that these are early days -" ne'er caste a clout till May be out " and quite right too .
This year the wisteria is abundant in our village , great pendulous blooms drip from the fronts of houses and hang over walls- so many different shades of blue to silvery white . The smell of lilac is just beginning to make its presence felt. Laburnum ,clematis are all taking the place of the flowering cherries hawthorn and spring flowers , daffodils and tulips just a fading memory .
I have an early clematis in my garden and however rudely I treat .it it springs back to life covering my garden shed and walls .And so the year moves on , only I feel stationary.
The picture is my clematis taken just as the sun comes up , much too early in the morning !