Not a riot of colour

But it will be in a few weeks! The lupins have burst forth. Two days of warm sun and the grass has grown about a foot too. I'm resisting her charms and refusing to cut it but I know I'll have to eventually. I am a weak person and an hour of cutting saves having to put up with endless whining, moaning, whinging, irritating, snide comments - and probably a sound thrashing too. Ah well, it's not all bad.