It's a shore thing...

 

Some of you who have popped your head into the Swenglish home for some time now, may be wondering if this is turning into a gardening blog altogether. I can reassure you that it is not, but as the weather continues to offer us its most exquisite summer register, I cannot seem to stay inside for longer than it takes to throw the ice cream wrapping away, or oblige to certain dinner demands of the children...

Today, we linger on the "shore" of our little pond, where the self-proclaimed gardener, i e the man in the house, has done very well with his water iris and hosta, I think. At least I think that is what they are called... You see, yours truly, a k a garden virgin, would not get far in the gardening blog community. In my world there are pretty plants and not so pretty plants, blue flowers or white flowers, creepy crawlies I can tolerate and those that don't live long enough to find out. But one thing I do know: I am grateful to have a garden, where the smells and the sounds and the visual smorgosbord of colours and shapes give me joy and room to breathe. Mother Nature and the man in the house are not a bad team. Not a bad team at all.