The twenty first day

I had to go back there. Twice in one week. The sky was so blue though, the day warm again. The hum of the bees today was almost deafening!

Oh the in drawn breath at the colours.

The irridiscent petals of the daffodils.

The scents.

Today I thought long and quietly about the privilege of being able to document this garden.

And the heaven of it.

The twentieth day

Although the day had been clear and bright when I left Sydney, by the time I got to the mountains the mist had glided in and everything was dripping. Still, I decided to go to the garden.

It was breathtaking. Tulips, daffodils, star flowers. Grape hyacinths, rhododendrons, camellias. Blooming. On this grey, dripping day the colours were glorious.

The extraordinary thing? There is still so much more of this glory to come........

The nineteenth day

Another warm for the mountains spring day. Just a week since the last visit to the garden and I really thought I might have run out of things to photograph. Not a chance.

It is all a blossom and a buzz and a singalong of the birds. Everything budding and burgeoning with life.

The trees that have been bare all winter, casting their glorious shadows on frosty lawns, are coming into new green leaf.

Still the garden hugs so many more secrets to itself, despite sharing some of them with me today.

The eighteenth day

Slowly, slowly Spring is seeping into the garden. The daffodils continue to bloom in yellow pops of colour. The camera allows me to capture them in an impressionistic way.

The garden's owner is kept very busy tending to it all as green and more green appears all over his property.

The red tulip is so vivid my eyes can scarcely take the colour in.

It is the bees again that capture my attention. The bee that was so laden with pollen it seemed impossible that it could fly.

Bee hum and bird song follow me wherever I walk.