Lilac blossoms are heavy on the trees in the garden right now and one particular branch gives me an unwarranted slap on the chops every time I walk by, so ..... it had to go. But it's the perfect bunch for my lovely vintage pressed glass jug bought at my favourite thrift shop last week. And the marauding muntjac condescended to leave me two tulips to enjoy, bless 'em.
I adore this little blue jug (purchased in the same emporium). It's got a 1930's feel to it, a sweet spout and is such a delicate colour. It's very touchy-feely too.
The clematis in the posy were victims of their own success, like the lilac. The plant is so vigorous that it entwines itself round the car wing-mirrors, or gets trapped in the door when you want to drive off. So .... it had to go.
I've been so weed-obsessed in my gardening duties lately, that I forgot to look at the pretty things. Silly me.