It's late June and our gardens at the back and front of the house are stunning.
Loads of colour - loads of life.
As a child, I dreamed that when I grew up I'd have a garden like the one in the nursery ryhme 'Mary, Mary, quite contrary' and indeed now I do. I have silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row.
Well, no not really. I don't have anything in a row. apart from my leeks. There are no places for rows in a flower garden, the messier and more cottage-garden like, the better.
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