With honesty. The honesty has naturalised in my garden (with lots of encouragement from me). Now it turns up along every pathway and in every corner. I love the purple with the spring greens.
Today was wintry, with an icy south east wind straight out of Antarctica, bearing rain and hail. The clouds were too low for the mountains to be on show, but I saw snow on the foothills. Now and then small breaks in the clouds let in short bursts of blazing sunshine that burnt my head even as I huddled in a padded jacket.