Full to the brim

It's all or nothing

at this time of year.

I'm tripping over my feet

and the blog is getting left behind.

We've had the tulips, haven't we?

the wisteria,

the cow parsley.

Wait. Cow parsley.

Isn't that June?

The mad weather.

The lovely house visits.

Here - take a look out of Rudyard Kipling's windows

and catch your breath. 

Scotney Castle

doing all the colours

especially in the azalea and acer ranges.

Irises.

Each flower just a one day showing.

Sissinghurst on  a warm sunny Easter weekend.

Are you mad you ask?

The hordes.

But no.

See?

Not

a soul.

Because

if you arrive before opening time

and eschew the café

walk briskly

 and purposefully as soon as they will let you in,

you are quite likely

to be ahead of everyone.

And finally, if you aren't paying attention

the grandchildren will be

off to big school

and the shopping trolley

parked under the piano

will be very old hat.