Misty Gardens with the Ginger Cat

Here's Millie, doing gate duty.   Come on in, but please remember to shut the gate.

Photograph taken one day last year, hence the sunshine.

The last couple of days have been cold and foggy with barely a hint of spring in the air.   Luckily, the plants and trees are there to remind me that it will happen, eventually.

This is a twig on the quince tree, I am so looking forward to seeing the blossom.   The second quince is less active, enjoying a bit of a lie-in, not convinced that it is spring yet.    The apple, plum, pear and cherry trees are all thinking about it.

The rhubarb is wide awake and growing more vigorously than ever.   

Lots of daffodils, but the trees and hedges are still bare.     The greenhouse is full of seedlings, and needs a jolly good wash, one of these days.

As I walked around this part of the garden I had two companions following my every move - Toby and Millie, the little ginger cat.     She would like to be a dog.        Every morning she goes out with him first thing, just sitting on the wall and waiting until he is ready to come inside for breakfast.    Then in she comes, gobbles a quick bite before demanding to be let out of the other door.

Down in Owl Wood there is a little green showing on one of the hurdles - Millie is there investigating a rodent hole.     

This is the newer patch of wild garlic.   It makes me smile every time I see it.    The original patch is spreading like wild fire, so last year I asked my husband to transplant some into another area of Owl Wood.

He did, bless him.    They are in regimented rows.   Once a Royal Marine, always a Royal Marine.    I could show you a some daffodil bulbs that he planted for me, you can't miss them, they are marching in single file, neat and orderly.       I love him to bits, but I wish he would remember that plants are not soldiers and they look better when they look like happy ramblers.

The rosemary is still in flower and the chives are sprouting, mint is beginning to wake up.  Things are happening, slowly.

The old brick pathways are covered in moss, with tiny clumps of primroses to add a little interest.

The plants, trees, shrubs are all waiting for sunshine and warmth. 

Steps which lead to nowhere.   


A dull and dismal garden, but that is life under a cold fog.   

Bring on the sunshine and then the flowers and blossom will burst forth and all will be well in this tiny bit of Lincolnshire.