The vaguely green-fingered thoughts of a rambling rose.

November - with attitude.


As we move from autumn into winter most of the trees in my garden have lost their leaves.  The few remaining are putting on one heck of a display this year, most thanks to the acers.  The first two overhang from our neighbour.  The third is in our front garden.






Moving inside, "The Toad's" Christmas cactus is flowering spectacularly this year.


A rose by any other name


Would smell as sweet

It was my birthday this week and among my lovely gifts I received a new rose "special daughter" 


The perfect spot was created in the Terrace Border, in full sun for its dusky pink scented blooms.