I’m not much of a gardener (let’s be honest, I’m not any sort of a gardener), but I do love my garden. I love looking at it through the window and I love spending time in it. The last time I wrote about my garden, spring was only just beginning and it was all new to me. Having only lived here since the start of the year, I had no idea what was going to grow and how much work the garden was going to need.
Well now the garden is growing! And it’s growing like wildfire. It is a real mix of colour – we’ve had daffodils, tulips and wallflowers, there are clematis growing, forget-me-nots everywhere, lots of pansies and lots of things I have no idea what they are.
Oh, and lots of weeds. Lots and lots of weeds. Really tall ones. The flowers and the weeds are all mixed in and, even though I know we’re going to have to get rid of them, I don’t really mind them. It gives the garden a wild, old-fashioned feel.
We’re lucky to have an old red brick wall, which has been part of the village for well over a hundreds years, and goes most of the way round the garden. It gives a rustic feel and also makes a nice backdrop to photos.
So I’m going to be uncharacteristically quiet. I’m not going to write any more. For once I’m just going to let the pictures do the talking.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my garden…