A late bloomer...
all covered in itsy, bitsy, grasshopper type creatures.
Watering cans and cauldrons.
If it wasn't for Mammasuarus and her garden linky, I know that I wouldn't stop and take as much attention to the garden changes, as I now do weekly.
This morning, we sat on our log in the sunshine and just absorbed the smell of the rosemary.
Nothing like smells to bring memories flooding back.
This smell always brings me back to the days just before my first-born arrived, when I visited the National Herb Centre with my mother.
It's my husbands favourite herb and it reminds me of my early efforts to grow this for him.
And of course, Handy Hubby's roast potatoes.
I love this low wall in our garden. Oh what's that perfectly shaped circle?
Who lives in a house like this?
David it's over to you.
Flinstone Spider's been here I think.
Reaching it's tips towards Autumnal Sun.
About to give the lavender a hair cut, I spotted this guy, still so vibrant.
Gardening in Pyjamas.
My little man is a bit under the weather, but he came out to give me a hand.
Lavender Sachets for the knicker drawer anyone?
Let me go and get a basket to stick it in so we can then take a picture and pretend like this is how we roll. Like we are romantic like that.
Oh how Cotswoldy.
Yes of course we live like this.
Straight from Country Living magazine.