The philadelphus is getting towards the end of its magnificent flowering period. There always seems to be rain to spoil the glorious parade of white. A couple of weeks ago I was hanging out washing in the sunshine and the soundtrack was of maybe fifty bees buzzing away furiously behind me, giddy with all the nectar. I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather be.
So today I have planted these:
Sixteen of them altogether. That should keep the bees happy.