Our garden is starting to burst into life.
Yesterday we planted over a hundred summer flowering bulbs and seeds.
The back back garden has changed from this:
All my herbs have new homes in which to spread their feet and a few new plants have joined them.
Green is spreading.
(pots on the gravel to foil the dastardly slugs)
My parents bought us a forsythia bush that looked much bigger at the garden centre.
Our Rose is growing beautifully.
At the end of our garden is a patch of wet cliff where the rain water filters through. Under this patch is a shelf of barren dusty rock. In a gap in the rock, in the dust, where the rain drips, this plant found it's home and is growing.
Small miracles indeed.
I would very much like one of those please.