'April is the cruellest month' claimed T. S. Eliot in 'The Waste Land'. True, he wasn't referring to these sudden setbacks in the weather but the words seem appropriate.
What on earth am I talking about? Looking back over the years I can recall snow and bitter April winds; I can recall flood and devastation, and here I am, whingeing about a short cool snap. In fact I have risked planting out Morning Glory, Ipomoea purpurea, in our back garden, and so far no frosts have arrived to dash my optimism. No, the weather isn't that bad, but recently we have been spoiled.
Despite the cool conditions I strode forth today in the direction of Kentle Wood, passing on the way some large specimens of Cherry Laurel (mentioned in my blog on 2 April).
Cherry Laurel in full bloom. The Grange, Daventry.
14 April, 2017
|The racemes of Cherry Laurel flowers attract a good range of insects.|