Gardening is Therapy

I have almost caught up with the jobs in the garden that I have been putting off because of other commitments. What a joy it is to be outside in the spring sunshine among the daffodils and tulips. I have finally managed to succeed with the forget-me-knots; I know everyone says that they grow like weeds, but I don't care, and I have plenty of room for them to grow in. Also, I have people I do not want to forget, and the for-get-me-knots bring back special memories. Why didn't I take a photo of the for-get-me-knots! Next time. 

Rampant Honeysuckle

Yesterday I had Guy to help me in the garden. We did jobs that I had wanted to do since last Autumn. We pruned the Wisteria which was growing into the roof, and he planted a Rhododendron and a climbing rose that I was given last November for my birthday. Also, a cotoneaster that I brought back from UK last autumn and I planted a rose that I bought last week from Lidl.
Although I was absolutely kn---ered I look out at the successes and feel a real glow of pleasure. And the garden is there all the time, every minute of every day.
It really is the best therapy I know.




Mimosa planted 5 years ago now about 20 feet high and bloomed beautifully this year