The Garden2:55 pm
I dream of having a pretty garden, sometimes when I can't sleep I paint a picture in my mind of my perfect garden, it has rows of vegetables, and a pretty shed, and flowers lots and lots of flowers.
In reality our garden is untidy and though not really neglected kinda haphazardly taken care of.
At the end of last summer I tried to nurture a small plot in Florence's memory, and I planted hundreds of bulbs and goodness knows what else. Over the autumn and winter I watched the local squirrels dig up and eat some of the bulbs. I didn't stop them, I figure it's their garden as much as it's mine.
The squirrels did leave some bulbs behind and this week these pretty flowers have popped up. I can't remember even choosing them,but I know I did.
I did choose these violas to carpet the bare ground in front of Florence's stone.
My lovely Fig tree, Violetta isn't doing much...
But just look in the base of the pot, a whole magical world...
Florence, I'm sorry your garden isn't perfect sweetheart,but it's magical in it's own way despite my best efforts.