I delight in my garden – and couldn’t resist the tweaking of ‘Mary, Mary, quite contrary’ as a title! Even though I do not consider myself doolally per se, just mildly eccentric, the opportunity was too good to waste!
The freesias I planted are almost ready to flower, despite some depredation from local wildlife. Nasturtiums abound, a brilliant blaze of orange in the corner. Apples bulge and, like fecund bellies the world over, swell towards birth.
Many plants retain their mystery. This, I love; the element of the unknown is wonderful: I never know what is going to sprout, unfold and bloom next.
The raspberries, a few more each day, leave a tingle of tangy sweetness on my tongue and a crimson stain upon the palm of my hand.