Cold winter, late spring, dry spell - everything in the garden is slow. The spinach has bolted, something horrible has happened to 3 rows of garlic and 2 hens have decided that life is too much of a trial and have, inexplicably, gone to that great roost in the sky. Sigh.
Never mind. The sweet peas are twining skyward on their canes and today I picked my first stems; fragrant beauties.