Last year we only cleaned up all the junk but never had time to do actual gardening so this spring my inner gardener went absolutely mental. I watched all Allan Titchmarsh shows, bought several books, subscribed to few gardening magazines and spent hours browsing the web. All this effort only to find out that I actually don't have time or money to have a proper English garden... or certainly not this summer.
After this short breakdown, the idea of sipping on cold cocktail while sitting in comfy chair surrounded by glorious, fragrant bloom proved to be irresistible and I embarked on my gardening adventure. Now, several trips to garden centres later and few hundred pound lighter, I have a small and neat garden-to-be: daffodils already proudly displaying yellow heads, flowering currant is buzzing with insects, camellias are covered with flowers, the lawn is mowed, the shed is painted and on the old (horrible!) table there sits a bunch of tiny beauties just waiting to be planed!







