May has gone and it is a new month already!
I have no idea what your plant is, maud but I don't think it is hypericum, morning glory or a clover.
The Sanguisorbas have survived the winter, the irises are throwing up stunning blooms, Mme Carriere continues to strut her stuff and a mauve large flowered clematis has bloomed at her base. The Astrantias and geraniums are all thriving and blooming. Next week I will give the phaeums the Chelsea chop.
The Acanthus Rue Ledan have survived and are looking healthy: Clematis Marjorie, Broughton Star, Foxgloves, ferns, bellis, hostas and nectaroscordum are all doing their thing set off by the Ceanothus in blue bloom looking like a cloud. The bees are happy.
A Rhodedendron's buds are opening in the deep shade under the oak, rather exciting as it is a rare large leaved one, and the flowers look as though they will be very lovely.
However some of the younger plants have been well and truly slugged: the edible violets, cosmos and centaura have all suffered and even the sweet peas have been attacked!
No matter: I love the sound of the wind rustling through the oak leaves, and the garden has been a pleasure to sit in. Just as well: Mother was admitted to hospital at the very beginning of the bank holiday weekend following a fall and is very ill, so it has been a relief to come back and sit in the garden. So sad when someone you love is old and poorly and dependent and in pain, even if this is the natural way of life.