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Late Bank Holiday Monday




  When the early morning mist roll in, despite being burnt off by the sunshine later, there is no denying that my lizard baking days are numbered and it's time to go back to work.

But for one last day, I can potter around my garden with care free abandon, dead heading the dahlias, collecting seeds and ignoring the various kid related plastic debris that always accumulates in the summer holiday's. To quote Mountain from The Soda stream Shame advert,




🐬  🐬  🐬 "Can't you hear the dolphins crying" 🐬 🐬 🐬


For short bursts of time I can remain motionless, totally absorbed in the moment before my recently diagnosed ADHD powers cause an explosion of ideas firing at 1,000,000 miles per hour simultaneous.

Most of August has been highjacked by my diagnosis of ASD. My senses were sent haywire by sensitivity to the medication I was given and I couldn't even go in my own garden. It rained in my garden and in my heart.



However no matter what happens in the chaos of my mind and the garden carries on as it should.

So here we are, flowers on late Bank Holiday Monday.






If only you could really capture the smell of fresh roses warmed by the rays of the sun





Dahlia " Karma Corona"





Name to be added if I can find the plant label or if I remember to





England Dahlia for boys. The boys accidently knocked this over whilst creating a slow worm habitat and my boy asked me to put on the table so he can see it while he has his breakfast.





Who doesn't love an everlasting sweet pea?

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These marigolds have been the greatest success in my garden this year, they are all over the place. Message me if you would like seeds, I have plenty to share.





The prettiest weeds around. Easy to grow, edible and if any child wants to pick flowers in my garden they can pick as many as they like





Once again name to be added if I can find the plant label or if I remember to


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