Ten Minute Gardener.
|A Scented Rosebud|
Like most people,I enjoy looking at gardens. But ask any of my friends and they’ll tell you I am not a garden person. I bought my house because its garden was small, although well-stocked and blessedly hidden from the neighbours’ perfect ones. I know the more ordinary plants
but I can’t reel off their Latin names. I rarely sit in a garden and I certainly don’t work in one for longer
|An Old Standard Rose|
than it takes to mow the lawn or pull out any obvious weeds. So this morning, when I ventured forth with food for the birds, who must have chicks, judging by the speed at which they’re eating, I was surprised to discover that there were 13 beautiful flowers and bushes – all blossoming amongst the dripping greenery.
Healthy neglect obviously works!
|Wedding Day Rose|
|Pink Feathery Flower on Tall Bush.|
|First Wild Strawberry|
spectacular until a sudden, massive storm flattened them all. So sad!