About ten years ago I had an operation and an old friend came to see me when I'd just come out of hospital and bought me a bunch of flowers her Dad had picked for me from his garden. I really remember that small posy - it felt so nice and so personal. I quite often think of it when I cut flowers from our garden... now I have grand aspirations of giving people beautiful bunches of flowers and saying "oh, those - I just put them together from the garden"!
These are the last of the flowers from our garden, cut a few weeks ago now (in fact they can be seen in a rather more sorry state on the mantelpiece in this post).
All these glass jars were found around the house/garden during our renovations - the jam jar was in the loft and the rest in the garden.
I do want to do a full post about our garden - from overgrown, knotweed invested junk yard to ... um, garden, but it means trawling back through the last three years of photos though, so it might take a bit of time... but it would be good to get it all down while it's still fresh(ish) in my mind.
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