and on these bits of coloured glass. (I love glass.)
I took my mother to the Botanic Gardens. Not bad for nearly 87, is she?
This was the view of the Edinburgh skyline as we came out from having our coffee.
Crocuses dotted the grass.
The gates out on to Inverleith Row. I just love them: so delicate and shiny.
Back home in my more modest patch, I cut the grass for the first time this year and admired spring in all its exuberance.
The colours, after a dark Scottish winter, feed the heart.
The pink plum blossom doesn't really go with the yellow daffodils, but who cares?
Not sure why the hose is there. We haven't needed it for some time and it's not exactly ornamental.
Cassie watching the birds. She's not going to try to catch any, though. I hope.
I decided that some flowering currant would look good with the daffodils. I know it smells of cat pee, but I still like it. It's such a good pink and it reminds me of my childhood garden.
Another amaryllis is blossoming. I can never bear to throw them away, and yet they flower for such a short time and are such walloping great leafy things for the other eleven and three-quarter months. This is so beautiful, though!
On Sunday it was Mother's Day in Britain.
Daughter 2 gave me two lovely books - just what I like.