May...or may not!

 Well April was dry...and now May is wet, windy and cold.

But even so the hidden garden at The Potters House Penketh is blooming.

The cherry tree has excelled itself with blossom...the hope is ripe cherries in June...as long as those pesky birds don't pinch the lot.

Although I curse the ever expanding plot of bluebells in June when the leaves turn slimey after the bells have seeded......nevertheless in May when they glow in the evening golden hour...I'm always glad that they are still there. 

Forgetmenots and bluebells...they grow themselves.

And that's a good thing...as I'm not the world's greatest seed sower.

Carole Klein may say.."Just throw them in...they want to grow"...I must be buying the wrong seed packets!

However I must have done something right as the Japanese chocolate vine has also rambled into an even more wonderful concoction of twisting stems and branches over the wood shed...I suspect it is even responsible for holding that old structure together!

I'm not sure if this is Walt..(wall brown) or Woody..(wood brown)...but I love how they dance together in May. 

Almost always seen in pairs...may be just brown but oh how they can dance.

"Let nothing trouble you...Let nothing scare you...All things pass"!...St. Teresa of Avila

Sun up...Sun down...

Bird song...loud enough to wake the sleepiest...

...daylight creeping through the gap in the curtains earlier and earlier...

... and I creep out of the bedroom without waking the sleeping potter...

...down the creaking stairs...why do all stairways creak?...

...kettle on for a cuppa and a hottie...a hottie?...well I'm going out into the garden and traipsing down the field to the summerhouse with camera and book and a hottie just in case it's a wee bit chilly down there.

...snuggle up into a wicker chair with a  blanket 

tucked over my legs.......excellent...luxury....wonderful!

The sun is just rising at the front of the house and a mist has turned the trees to pale gold...

...six in the morning ...and all is well...

..

....and the sun makes it's way through the alleyway  where the sunbeams dance in the mistiness...

...soon the mist  dissapates and the old apple tree receives the strengthening sunbeams  

filling the path in the potter's allotment...

I settle down to listen to the birds...and watch them search for food in the dew washed grass...

...food to keep their progeny plump and happy.

The working day soon takes over 

and the garden is deserted.

But evening brings with it the western light...low in the sky...and a glimpse out of a window reveals another garden altogether...

...no mist here...

... the air is sharp for a May day this year... but that brings with it  hard light and long crisp shadows stretching along the grass.

...the blue of the bluebells seems almost iridescent in this light...

... May's foliage is soft and emerald green...

..the smell of the bluebells intoxicating..

...it draws me out..back down the path ...

...under the arch..

..into another world.