I'm sitting in my office, looking out on the little garden we planted at the shop last summer, with the help of green-thumbed friends, family and customers. At last, a few weeks of strong sunshine have made a world of difference to the rain-soaked plants. Dormant for too long, everything has exploded like an organic fireworks show, like butterflies released from a cage. The hostas are enormous, the hydrangea bushy and the David Austin rose bushes are bowed over with heavy blooms. I can smell their fragrance coming in through my office window. Can I just say that I work in a beautiful place?
Eremerus, Iris and Sweet Peas |
Sam and I sniff the Sweet Peas |