Plotting

I've been gathering my Winter reading material.

There's nothing like turning the pages of  a gardening book, in the midst of Winter.

When the hopes and dreams of most gardeners lie dormant just beneath the surface.

We've been blessed with more sunshine today, the Iris shoots are popping out of the warm soil.

I trust they know that winter days are not yet over.

 

 

This vintage cup and saucer makes me smile.

Bought many years ago at a local village fete, my very own little thatched cottage.

 

 

Cottage Dreams

I can see from the window a little brown house,
And the garden goes up to the top of the hill.
And the sun comes each day,
And slips down away
At the end of the garden an’ sleeps there . . . until
The daylight comes climbing up over the hill.

I do wish I lived in the little brown house,
Then at night I’d go up to the garden, an’ creep
Up . . . up . . . then I’d stop,
An’ lean over the top,
At the end of the garden, an’ so I could peep
And see what the sun looks like when it’s asleep.