Beautiful Things


My small Hebridean plot is an attempted homage to my parents' garden, where some of my happiest childhood memories were made.
Whilst on a recent trip home to Dorset, I found myself raking through the family albums. My mother has always been happiest in her garden and has spent a lifetime pouring her love into the soil. I have, over the years, had many failings trying to recreate my own English country garden in the Outer Hebrides!
By this time of year, most of the flowers are finishing and the leaves are just starting to turn. The stacks of lupin seeds are lined up on their stems, already organised for next year’s display of colour. I look at Mother Nature’s reliable preparation for the future with admiration and realise that She, and my own mother, have shown me that, with diligence and hard work, beautiful things can be achieved and grown.