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Tag Archives: flowers
It’s habit now that I take my phone with me when I take the dog out on my own. You never know when I might need to make a call…………… or take a picture! Gardens around us are a blaze … Continue reading
I preferred The Woodentops (I loved Spotty Dog), but another favourite Watch with Mother was The Flower Pot Men which was first transmitted in 1952 before I was born! In order to attract bees and birds into our ‘green and … Continue reading
Sounds like a 60s TV show or movie doesn’t it, but no, just a couple of birds sitting in the tree when I was walking Maggie this morning. The stiffness in her front leg has eased considerably, so whilst Hubby … Continue reading
Hubby and I were up pretty early, though he’s always pottering about way before I surface. I was hot and sticky, so had a shower before breakfast, then thought as it was the start of a new month, why not … Continue reading
No, it’s nothing nasty, just an array of aromas walking round The New Avenue with so many gardens in full flower. Just across the way is a ‘dwarf’ lilac bush, except there is nothing small about it as it cascades … Continue reading
Just an I love you Day Aren’t they lovely?
I love roses, and when I was first married, my Dad gave us a red rose standard for the garden. The ex-to-be dug a hexagonal bed for it, and it stood pride of place in the centre of our front … Continue reading
I am not a gardener which was once proved when I dug up some lovely blue flowers on a verge for my Mum to be told they were weeds, albeit very pretty ones. Trying to grow veg as a kid … Continue reading