The boing moment may have happened a few weeks ago, but now the garden is well and truly into its stride. The plants seem to have been plotting a surprise party for my return from holiday, despite the hail which was apparently hurled at them in my absence.
On my photo safari this morning, I was spoilt for choice as marshmallowy peonies purred for attention, and ruffled granny's bonnets (aquilegia) nodded coyly towards the lens. Blue centaurea appeared neon in the post dawn light and dog daisies prepared to sprawl across the borders.
Greenfly peeped round rose buds and cowered from the squishing fingers which loomed towards them whilst slugs crawled along lugubriously, content in the morning dew. RIP slugs (evil cackle). A snail doing early morning calisthenics on a dried stalk was plucked to meet its final crunch.
Gaps are filling, things are sprouting, clematis is smothering the old pear tree with a twisty tangle of pink-frothed vines and all is well in the Tuckshop Garden. It's good to be back!