Shortest poem ever and only half of it mine!
Our 'garden' is of the postage-stamp variety and neither of us have green fingers. However, we love this little area and I always think of it as my bower! (That's when I'm in Fairy Queen mode!) The previous owners had two enormous palm trees growing in the two beds; goodness knows why! We had them removed but the roots still clog the soil. Hence the pots.
By the way, imagine the scent of the jasmine (?), which will fade in a few days. Then Malcolm will trim the hedge and we'll be neat again....... for a while.
'A Garden is a Lovesome thing God wot!'
T.E. Brown (Poet)
'Even if this one's rather 'gone to pot'.
B.A. Bryant (Rinkly)