Slowly cyclamen are finding their way to this wild part.
BTW it isn't Michaelmas until the 29th - but you knew that.
This isn't St Michaelmas and it isn't my garden alas - but it is Jesus- courtesy of my friend Gia.
Bless them they come up each year
This must be one I put in last year
It's been so mild the front door has been open all summer. I do like a good blow through.
Those of you paying attention will remember I decided to empty the fountain, fill it with stones from all over the place and let nature take its course. What I didn't realise it takes a hell of a lot of stones to fill it so this frog found its way there.
Naturally I asked the Welsh man to bring a couple of samples and - although he thinks I am barmy he obliged.
Aren't they smashing?
Still a way to go.
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