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Wednesday, 07 May 2008

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pretty flowers.

Wonderful and very pleasing pictures. Well done and thank you.

Gorse does always seem to be in flower - but that's partly because there are three species which have very different flowering periods. Gorse proper is roughly the first half of the year, the dwarf gorses in the second half.

To be a bit more serious, "when gorse is in flower, kissing's in season", for exactly that reason!!

Gorse is always in flower, to some extent, and Ramsons (though not yet out here in our garden in the north) is great as a flavour for cheese, or risotto, or just in salad. I like its other name: bear's garlic - any bears currently about in Dorset?

Nice colourful pictures! Too bad that we can't smell the flowers.

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