Things change...

The view from our bedroom window has changed.

Sameena-next-door has dispensed with her garden and is putting down a pavement.

I remember how lovingly Nelly-next-door used to tend her flowerbed. I saw her working out there just days- maybe it was just hours- before she died.  It makes me wistful.

Gardening Notes

I'm not a gardener, but I like plants.  My idea is you fill every available space with green things and let them get on with it. 

We have holly, we have ivy, we have cotoneaster, we have honeysuckle. We have an ash tree and a eucalyptus tree and a hawthorn. We have lots of things in pots whose names I've forgotten. 

We have some rare and fancy grass that came in the same pot as the hawthorn and is now sprouting from between the flagstones. And why not?

This year we have blackbirds nesting in the ivy-  about four feet from the kitchen window.

Our yard's not exactly pretty- but it's beautiful.