The Minx is back, this evening, and she's got her (figurative) gardening trousers on. When I first moved into the cottage, the garden looked rubbish: uncared for, at best, but like a wasteland, really.

Last year, the Minx did an amazing job of clearing out the weeds - I'm never entirely clear what constitutes a weed - and planted a few bee-friendly bits and pieces. And when the garden has blossomed and bloomed, this spring, it looks wonderful, despite not receiving any care from me.

The Minx does not agree, though, so I grabbed this snap before she went to sort it out.