I Won The Poppy Race!

Ok, call me childish (and I'll answer to it), but I won the poppy race with SwimmingInTarot. Now, this wasn't much of a race, considering she's in much colder climes than me, but it was jolly nice to have an excuse to get the camera out and snap some flowers.

Here she is, in all her glorious pinkness:




So delicate and transitory, but so inspiring



And this jolly embodiment of sunshine, in the darkest corner of the garden:



Eeeeee! It's a tiny, baby apple - we only planted our tiny espalier a short while ago and it looks like it's thriving.



The cat mint has gone bonkers - it's poking up everywhere though, thankfully, Mr Smelly is ignoring it as it makes him a bit grumpy.



A sunny allium in a pot that should have been weeded ages ago... but I do have an excuse. It's on top of the garage, so I just can't get to it; that's my story and I'm sticking to it (I rather like Herb Robert and don't have the heart to pull it all out).



The outside racks where I'm hardening off my baby vegetables:



Errr... yes, that's a whole lot of rhubarb. Methinks I shall have enough rhubarb, when this matures, to make jam and crumbles for the whole village!



Ok, it looks very boring, but this is the conservatory wall where I'm going to grow my ogen melons, so hopefully I shall have a picture later in the year showing it all covered in foliage and luscious melons:



My little table in the conservatory where I sit and pot up the veggie seedlings and generally get very earthy and calm:


(that yellow thing you can see through the scullery window is my chainsaw safety helmet with sexy black mesh visor, just in case you didn't believe I really had one!)