A pocket full of posies

I have spent every spare moment this week in the garden, and my efforts are starting to pay off. It's still got an unruly air, but I think that is a good thing in a garden. Too many straight lines and an overly manicured look does not appeal. Or perhaps I am just envious of those who can show their garden who is boss. I might have flexed my muscles a bit of late, but I can still hear the bindweed sniggering at me when I turn my back.

Here's a small taster of what is blooming particularly prolifically at the moment. I placed the jug on one of our vivid pink garden chairs, and quite like the effect.