Small miracles

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:

 To 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)

Tiny forget me not seeds are starting to shoot.

We went from this:

To this:
 

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.