Summer has arrived and at long last I have colour in my garden. The climbing rose that I planted last year is thriving; it has dozens of roses of varying shades of yellow and cream and is proving to be a welcome sight against the red brick wall. Also clamouring for attention are the pink and purple spires of the foxgloves, the lime haze from the lady's mantel and the hardy geraniums that spill out on to my garden path. Then there are the patio containers and hanging baskets that I potted up a few months ago. After weeks of not doing a lot, the pots and baskets have suddenly filled out and are bursting with primary colour. It's such a delight seeing my garden come into bloom. It certainly makes standing in front of the kitchen sink a lot less tedious now that I have something pretty to look out at.
