The garden is looking amazing just now, flowers, flowers everywhere. Normally I have my brain in herb mode and tend to ignore the flowers as a sort of extra, a frippery if you will.
But things in the garden just mosey on and bloom without any interference from me. Giant daisies seem to have taken over part of the garden this year. Where once there were a mere handful, now there is a riot of sunny faces.
And some flowers have just grown enormous. The foxgloves are tower of strength and colour.
Now isn't it funny how all of these beauties are just doing their thing with no help from me and look fab year on year. There is a completely different scenario with the old sweet peas. Every year I buy sweet peas and plant them carefully and water them well. Every year I am lucky if I get one sweet pea from the whole lot. My pal Naomi just along the road always has masses of sweet peas. It has become a bit of a standing joke that I just can't seem to grow the damn things. Every time I pop in for coffee she thrusts another fragrant bunch of them into my hands, oh how I wish I could return the compliment with my own sweet peas. Maybe they just don't like me, am I getting paranoid now – yes, I have obviously been smelling the flowers too long……….