A garden of love...

Well, I wish our garden looked like it was loved and cared for, but after last year's building work and a constant shortage of time, it certainly does look more like a neglected child than a pampered one. What I was referring to was of course the translation of "Jardin d'amour" on the pot above.

Perhaps it will inspire to grand and lovable changes on our little plot of wilderness this summer.

Perhaps it will keep the heron from gobbling up the fish in our pond this year (luckily, a few were spared last year, and you can see a shimmer of orange under the surface in the pond picture below).

Or perhaps it will teach me how to love the creepy crawlies with which we share our garden of love...