The path began life enclosed in edging but as the edging rotted over the years, I just allowed the gravel to sprawl into the soil. A la Dungeness! The garden faces South so can get incredibly, unbearably hot and rather suits the gravel.
It represents me. A garden packed with plants I either bought, scavenged, raised from seed, took from cuttings. Plants from places of interest, plants from holidays, nurseries far away. A mish mash that has come together and makes me smile every time I see it. My poor Daphne that now curves over like a bent old spine, was damaged after some building works a few years ago. I didn't want to get rid of it so have come to love the way it curves and shoots new growth at each section.
Some Digitalis my youngest son chose are starting to flower, they make me think of him every time I come home.
Nectaroscordum planted as a bulb, the long wait over, as they tower over everything else and hang daintily from their stem.
The Trachelospermum bought by my Aunt, climbing our brick wall. The tiny flowers look and smell divine.
Rosemary, planted for my husband and of course for the Bees.
A happy place, on a fairly busy residential road. My oasis of lush greens and buzzing Bees. It is possible with a little effort!
