My mantra is ‘Less is more’. I truly believe this and know it works. Just that every now and then I forget.
Our garden in October, when we first moved in:
This was March ’15 – when it warmed up enough to venture outside.
And now ….
And finally, the table clothe, which I coerced Senior Daughter into giving me:
It makes a change of backdrop for Hoppy, who is always ready to pose:
I am, of course, my mother. She loved her garden. Her ‘good’ friend was editor of ‘Garden and Home’. Asked Mum if she could feature her garden. My mother was overjoyed. Finally published with the header “How not to garden”. I don’t think they ever spoke again.
And so. I have absolutely no idea what will survive an English winter….
Next year I shall aim for a bit of class? White and green, with a touch of indigo??