Gardening

I love rhubarb because it thrives on neglect!
I am not a gardener, in fact my favourite poem about gardening is

The things I sow somehow don't grow
I'm sorely disenchanted.
But oh what luck I have
with things I never even planted.

The grass has had it's first cut of the season and I admit to liking the smell of freshly cut grass and the fact that for a short period my grass looks almost as tidy as the rest of the street.

I have a gardener coming to give me a quote to get rid of an overgrown Kilmarnock willow tomorrow.
Any recommendations for gardeners gladly received.

It seems I forget to do my Tuesday blips. Mainly because after racing home from work I have less than an hour to make tea and get back out to youth club and by the time I get back from there and get no 3 son to bed I tend to veg for an hour and totally forget to take a photo.

I meant to stop at the wee glade I pass on the way home and take a photo of the wild garlic. I love the smell as it brings back memories of a family holiday on the beautiful island of Canna. There was a small wood there on the way up to the house that had an abundance of wild garlic.

I love how smells can transport you back to times past.