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Yellow springtime flowers

The sky is blue, the air is warm, and our garden is getting some colour again! Texas doesn't boast the same array of early spring flowers as the UK, but I planted some daffodils in the autumn, and they duly sprouted and produced yellow trumpets to herald the spring. This bed also includes a clump of four-nerve daisies which has done particularly well.


On the fence in our back yard, the unidentified creepers (anyone got any ideas?) nearly froze to death in the Big Snow last year. I had to chop them back severely, but it did them good. This year they are a mass of yellow flowers. The bees and butterflies are having a field day out there.

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