The roses are back and my garden is awash in a frothy foam of pink and white blooms. Nothing gives me more pleasure (in a floral sense) than being able to look at freshly picked roses in a bowl on the table.
In Melissa and Stewart's garden the bluebells are putting on a magnificent display. Nothing says spring has arrived like a patch of bluebells.
Soon it will be summer, although some would say it has arrived already with the current warm temperatures we are enjoying. I hope it doesn't come too quickly so that I can enjoy, for a little while longer, the beautiful first flush of spring roses.