Those blue yokes have bloomed

I would say to my husband (the Head Gardener). Oh yes; he would reply…. The such and such and such (the English, Latin and sometimes the Irish name). They are beautiful, we would agree. Yes, I would say, the blue yokes are beautiful. We would both smile. I miss him so much.

Yesterday and today - both bright and sunny. The promises of Spring going forth.

Because the garden is a mess, I advertised looking for someone to come and tidy it up and help me with suggestions of how and what to plant. I got replies from various people. Hm. I think I’ll take my chances alone, thanks.

Extra is a shell-a-muddy on the side of his house and second extra is garden kitsch gargoyle who has gazed upon our garden for decades with a mixture of boredom, wistfulness, reprimand and sanctimoniousness.

I’m so lucky to have a garden - many don’t. And even if it is a mess, it’s a restful and peaceful place. Especially with those blue yokes to admire.

(Can anyone tell me their name - thanks in advance)

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