Flaming Nora

It doesn't get much prettier than this; our garden at the height of spring. Summer's great, and the borders fill out with foliage but it's spring when the colour really shines through. Frothy blossom, vibrant tulips, buttery daffodils and a lawn that is so fresh and green it's almost fluroescent.

One of the joys (insert ironic humph and grrr) of our London house not having sold yet is that we're able to enjoy our garden at its best. Today with the sun shining and the flowers blooming, it was too nice not to get the camera out. And see that rhubarb there in the left at the back on the second photo? We're picking that and having some for dessert tomorrow night.

Some wonderful pictures taken today of the turning of the leaves in our garden as autumn sets in. And summer flowers still bloom. And the birds haven't nicked all of the grapes.

By 'eck, I'm chuffed with these pictures taken today in our garden.

All this summer rain might make it unpleasant to sit out and get wet, but it's making the garden look gorgeous.

Flowers are out, sun's shining, beers are chilled and it's another glorious sunny Sunday in our garden.

Our garden's looking wonderful right now and therefore I make no apology for showing it off again in all its glory.

Our back garden's gorgeous right now, possibly the prettiest it'll be all year. Possibly.

Ok, so it's not strictly a gardening picture as all these plants are in pots on an outside windowsill but it looks lovely, nonetheless. I did tell the pansies to smile but they wanted to sulk with an arrogant air.

A short drive away from the hustle and bustle of north London and this is what you get. A sign from the car-park pointing to Alpine Grove and millions of snowdrops. It's been a lovely day for a lovely walk.

Planted over 100 bulbs, raked the leaves for compost, chased the squirrels and filled up the bird feeder. Glorious autumn days like this are few and far between and although the garden's dying down for the winter, there's bags of colour still.

One of the many joys of having a garden is the scent of freshly picked flowers floating around the house. Another joy is digging up and eating my very own potatoes. Picture not available due to having eaten them all.

The lawn might look like it's half dead but my favourite flower is doing what it oughta in the garden. Trollius be thy name.

Loving my London garden on this warm day in May.

It's January, it's cold and it's wet. There's not much to do in the garden this time of year except to wait for green shoots to pop out of the ground. Here's a couple of pics from the garden taken today. The one above shows our bird box surrounded by Clematis Freckles and the second shows crocus around the bottom of the apple tree. Oh yes, Flaming Nora does Naming Flora.