The garden is starting to come into bloom. The roses are gorgeous this year in spite of all the rain we've had that looked as id it would make them wet and mildewed.
This Welsh poppy I bought from the man at the car boot sale earlier this year.
And - whisper this - years ago I persuaded Husband to dig up a small wild rose from the tip to plant in our garden. It was a single petal layered rose (there's probably an official term for that) in the wild but has loads of petals now. But still retains the wonderful wild rose perfume.