After the long winter it feels positively luxurious to be able to compose bouquets from the garden and surrounding fields.
As the lilac starts to fade here it is the turn of the Hawthorn tree (or May, as the British aptly name it) to come into flower.
Tight small buds of white, crimson or pink, it is a lovely tree with an easily recognised perfume.
I grabbed some from a field as I walked down from the forest this morning, then added some purple tinged grasses, a few blades of barley a some splashes of purple from the garden, in the form of lilac, irises and wisteria.
The result is a very relaxed looking 'basket of flowers, whose beauty will be short lived, but appreciated even the more for it.