I can hear voices and children's laughter. We have new neighbours. At the end of the day, there is nothing sweeter, than hearing children running a garden and just having fun.
My Grandson chose this iris when he was two years old, he will be fifteen soon. Such lovely memories in a garden.
Despite the harsh Spring weather, the garden is coming into its own.
I have never seen the Rhododendrons looking so healthy.
And just look at the Hosta. Mr hedgehog is making an excellent job of keeping the slugs at bay.
The small meadow area is attracting lots of interest, from all sort of insects. It is wonderful to hear things buzzing about on a still Spring evening.
I remember my Grandmother saying 'Heaven is a little closer as the sun sets on the garden.'
I never knew quite what she meant. We can all interpret things in different ways.
I know how I see it as an adult. I often think of her and hope she meant, her garden looked more heavenly as each day ended...……..who knows :)