Okay, so my fervent cheating in this picture is there for all to see, but please do hear me out. Previously a keen gardener, I can now only deal with pots at waist height due to disability. After spending months of not even looking out the back door for fear of spotting neglected garden furniture and bare patio slabs with weeds sprouting out of the cracks, I was urged by J to take a look. For sure, amisdt all the chaos were my pots of bulbs, planted in the winter and then forgotten. Though my offering is meagre, it shows promise I think. My one little flower here is a bold red flag signifying the end of garden neglect.
I have two little lime trees by the front door. My beautiful lavender plant which was cultivated and harvested for the sake of a lovely smelling knicker drawer, was pulled up in its prime by a well meaning friend, but I see it spread its seed before its demise and a tentative yet hopeful lavender plant is there waving its long fronds in greeting when I go through my front door.
Yes, I think we will be a floral house, a fragrant house, a flagrantly chaotic yet faithful house. This is the start of things to come. For remember: