After the tulips succomb to the inevitable, the iris will strutt their stuff and then, early in June 'tis the turn of this glorious creation. I photographed four bushes, purely based on whether I liked their shape. There must be hundreds of roses growing here.
Oh, to have unlimited space ... and gardeners ... hey my man, turn this sod here, and while you're at it, fill my glass.
Tomorrow ... let's go for a tra-laa-laa through the meadow.