1 I was up very early this morning and the ground was covered in frost. I went out in my dressing gown to get a photo of the frost on the Muscari.
2 I planted some Lily-of-the-valley last year for my beautiful friend Kath, whose early death was the inspiration for my blog.
It is a tradition in France to offer a sprig of Lily-of-the-valley (“muguet” in French) to loved ones on the 1st of May which is a Public Holiday in France, officially known as La Fête du Travail (National Labour Day) but also called La Fête du Muguet (Lily of the Valley Day).
Kath and Charlie loved France, had a home in Meyssac in the South and not a year went by when she either gave me a card depicting the flowers or a homegrown bunch, on one occasion bringing them all the way on the train from Yorkshire when we met up in London for a few precious hours. Now Kath has her own special place in my garden as well as, always, in my heart.
3 We visited some old friends this afternoon and took along some Lily of the Valley. A pair of wrens has made the most beautiful nest in their wood store.