Hello Friends!
Thank you for all your kind comments about my drawing.
Will you join me on an early morning bimble around the borders? It hasn't been a great week, with emergency plumbing repairs, and my back has had another spasm, so I shall be hobbling about slowly and very carefully using a sturdy stick. The garden is a mess, but thankfully there are spots of delight amongst the wilderness of joy.
The grass is still damp with dew, so do wear something waterproof on your feet, unless you would like to go barefoot and wiggle your toes in the soft, dewy grass.
Let's begin outside the front door where I just adore this old slate trough. I filled it with some soil topped with pebbles and now some terracotta pots rest on the stones. I've let tiny things self seed in the trough too. It looks so pretty right now!
The old fashioned pinks are full of spicy rich clove fragrance. They are so special, for they came from a dear friend's garden, and she died suddenly last month so they are now precious indeed. She was one of my oldest and dearest friends of many years and we shared a passion for gardening that allowed the wild things pride of place.
The Oriental poppies are finally getting some dry days and the flowers are beautiful as ever.
Yellow roses and Rambling roses are opening in profusion now
And geraniums spring up, surprising me, in many places with their eagerness to do well! I call them the doers. They fill in gaps, help supress some weeds with ground cover, and send up delicate blooms in a wide variety of colours, for they are promiscuous cross pollinators indeed! The flowers seem to hover, like tiny stars, often popping up in unexpected places.






















