Bluebells

The last of our bluebells. The picture should give you some idea how unkempt the garden is. There's anarchy in all the flowerbeds. Plants are no longer where I planted them and have migrated to other locations. Yellow poppies are canoodling with pink aquilegias; hardy geraniums are mugging the peonies. Sheesh. A few years ago my friend J gave me a few ferns. They're now growing like weeds everywhere and we can't pull them out and give them to our (grateful) new neighbours fast enough.

Why didn't I become interested in gardening when my back and knees were younger?