Spring

The jasmine is right outside the bedroom window. Everything smells of jasmine - I'm not complaining.
The clivia has come back after a rest last year, right under the monkeythorn tree.










All this is on the east side. Here, too, the radically trimmed-back blackthorn is blooming.
It stikes me that my neighbour's house appears in many of my garden photos. I wonder if he thinks I'm a spy?










What me, a spy?