Following on from my post on pots of flowers in my mother’s garden, here are some results from my trip to the garden centre:
But just in case you thought my mother’s garden was all patio and pots, she also has a humungous apple tree, just coming into blossom now:
with promise of lots to come in the autumn, if last year is anything to go by. Only she could have strawberries growing in the steps:
The garden is full of birds, including a blackbird nest hiding in an overgrown shrub in a wall:
You probably can’t see the bird, but I can assure you she’s there, sitting in the nest and flitting in and out along with her mate. We were alerted to this wonder by my mother’s observant cat. Not a good combination but we’re crossing our fingers that the birds survive her attentions. We’re hoping the sun keeps shining to keep her occupied with other pleasures.