One of the few remaining cherries on my little cherry tree. 

There are several large buddleia bushes on the roadside hedgerows throughout the village. Right now they are a profusion of purple sprays billowing out joyously in all directions. The buddleia in my garden however is not quite flowering yet. I am feeling it should not really be in the garden at all. Each year I am forced to cut it back severely to prevent it from taking over. I slice through each of its branches, until it is merely a small bush, and now, in what should be its prime, it’s looking somewhat deformed and shapeless. I am loathe to wrench it out completely though – I would miss the tortoiseshell butterflies and bees it attracts on sunnier days. I only wish it had the space it needs to grow naturally.