Just been sitting in my heaven, no it's not up there, for me it's at garden level, actually I was sitting on the front door steps.

It's a big garden that I have, planted 160 annuals on Sunday and that's only a small part that is completed, lots of shrubs and eight trees, needed those to fill it up a bit, built a large rockery last year to use up a bit more space and cut down on the digging, I'm getting a bit past digging now unless I have to.

Tonight's heaven, the sweetest scent of springtime, from the wallflowers that are planted close to the front door, a beautiful sweet peppery perfume that fills the evening air.

Of course, like all good things, it will eventually fade away as Summer arrives and will be replaced by the top scent of Summer, the sweet peas that are growing beneath the window.

SWEET PEA.

(Delicate Pleasures)

"Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight

With wings of gentle flusho'er delicate white,

And taper fingers catching at all things

To bind them all about with tiny rings."

Keats