Snow in April

Whilst a kaleidoscope of tulips and daffodils run ribbons through tiered beds, garnet studded japonica branches overlap orange-scented osmanthus blooms to form a windbreak along the flint.  The air is refreshing air under steel-blue skies,  just for a moment it's tempting to believe that the time for winter gloves and mittens is in the past.  But within moments the snow clouds roll in overhead, shocking the tender, innocent flower heads!

The language of flowers is subtle, quite understated; but their feelings are clear to all who stop to spend a moment in their company.  Petals contract in shock as the sharp arctic blasts sear across the pond, burning the pretty pastel bonnets of spring garden visitors.  Our woodland amphitheatre hosts a  Shakespearian gala fit for the Globe; an exciting performance of comedy, tragedy and romance!  And for now it appears that the winter stars from Act one are determined the make cameo appearances in Act two. The drama unfolds...