Here is another photograph I took at the garden I visited on Sunday. Although the flowers were beautiful, it was the velvety buds of the Pulsatilla (Pasque flower) which really caught my eye. They looked so delicate, demure, and beautiful amidst the finely cut green foliage and colour-matched gravel.
Had (another) tough day at work today. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting old, but it sometimes seems as if action without very much thought is the order of the day. I feel more and more alienated from modern-day working requirements each and every day.