In addition, there are primroses - both the true and hybridised varieties - flowering. A very strange year indeed.
The dahlias are at last all in flower and flourishing - enough to take a good bunch round to my Mum once a week without making an noticeable difference and the air is still filled with the scent of honeysuckle which always seems to have had strange timing habits. Even as the first leaves of the amelanchier are turning and the odd autumn crocus is popping up cheerfully the grass is still growing fast. The garden is still rewarding to eye, nose and palate. Enough to make yet another apple and raspberry crumble again this week. It will be strawberries and cream next!
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