Saturday … don’t blink you might miss it.

I have a tiny walled garden; over the last 25 years it has developed into a haven of colour perfume.  I have tried to ensure that each plant is given the space it needs and providing it survives in shade or semi shade and well draining soil, it is left to its own devices.  My garden is in the town centre so sunlight is not always an option.  The soil well is tired and old; while I can add some bulky organic material there is little I can do to retain much moisture.  I do water and feed from time to time but generally the plants to fend for themselves; and rarely fail to delight.

My herb garden; is a series of containers dragged from skips and dumps over the years. They have been filled with hardy and semi- hardy plants, to provide perfume and kitchen use.  For couple of years now a Salvia, with a pineapple perfume and spikes of scarlet flowers, beyond expectation has bravely beaten the snow and frosts.

I have photographed it because I wonder if  each year will be its last.  

However instead today I did a little painting; mainly as an illustration for my ‘book’ so it is tiny! but worthy of a poem in the haiku style

Among scarlet spikes

Lavender, Rosemary, Sage

Pineapple perfume.