This time last year we didn’t even have a garden. We were still living in a first floor one bedroom flat in London with no outside space at all, wondering if we would ever get moved back to Inverness as we hoped. And now here we are the proud owners of a beautiful 1930s bunglow with a mature garden front and back, wondering how we ever got so lucky.
My new long-term life plan is to metamorphose into an old lady who potters about in the garden. Gardens need to be nurtured regularly, and that proactive love and attention inevitably takes time and effort but my aim in the next ten years or so before I retire is to create a garden that remains visually abundant yet is reasonably labour efficient to maintain.
It’s proving to be quite a steep learning curve. A combination of trial and error decisions conducted in a barrage of baby steps and a substantial application of patience. But I’m determined to get there in the end, because I’m finding a garden to be – as long as you apply a consistent level of care and commitment – the gift that keeps on giving, a cornucopia of colour from one end of the spectrum to the other.
These images were all taken in my garden yesterday – almost a full rainbow’s worth in one fell swoop, as long as you apply a little artistic licence with respect to the accuracy of colour banding 🙂