Ah, lovely summer.
It's been warm and sunny
and the garden is blooming.
I've been tidying it up, post-spring-bulbs,
and planting some tender plants,
none of which is pictured here.
All of these ones can survive the winter perfectly well.
We've been in this house (and garden) for twenty-seven years. Some plants have got out of hand, and require firm attention with a spade.
I'm not so fond of destructive gardening.
I prefer to fiddle around with flowers
or do some gentle weeding.
But I must dig some of the thugs out.
I love irises.
And this humble heuchera gives lots of colour.
It's just as well that winter comes along eventually; gardening takes a lot of time, even in our little plot. But I do love my little bit of paradise.