Because we had the harsh weather at the beginning of our Winter this year, the blossom trees have looked magnificent this Spring. I don't think I have ever seen such magnificent blooms.
I know that you hay fever sufferers hate this stuff. Fortunately I am not a sufferer, so I can appreciate how wonderful these fields of gold look. The young man and I had a discussion about the smell of them He thinks the smell is nice - kind of sweet. I don't think they smell nice or nasty - they just "smell". I think its a "heavy" kind of perfume. How would you describe it?
I was thrilled to discover a meadow full of "Milk maids".
These remind me of when I was young - I always used to like a pick a bunch of these when I was little. They are such a pretty little flower.
The gardens are full of colourful flowering shrubs.
And of course a blue sky sets them off perfectly.
Plenty of blue around in the huge swaithes of Forget-me-not's too.
When we visited Cusworth last year, the lakes were teaming with frogs and frogspawn. We are a little later this year - I couldn't spot any tadpoles.
Hubby's grandparents came down from the North East to work at Cusworth Hall. He doesn't know why and there is no one left to ask. I know that there was a bit of a "skeleton in the closet" kind of a story - a "deflowering" of a maid by some lord of the manor. I know a few bits of the story but my dearly departed Mother in Law was the only one who knew the truth, and she kept it very much under wraps - even with those closest to her.