Today I took a few photos of my Mum’s garden, just how she has things, a gang of watering cans, china in a log wall,
I then came across, roses flowering?!
We don’t sit on benches here, mirrors under, brick gardens on top,
lovely rusty iron and old leather dog collars,
rusty chickens and a herd of elephants,
an elephant welcome on the doorstep,
primroses and cowslips,
roses & arums.
I think that it is a forewarning for a harsh winter, if and when it arrives, what do you think?