Soil is memory made flesh...

Soil is memory made flesh
is past and present combined:
nothing goes away
               Maggie O'Farrell

Before

I was in despair at the end of last year.
The left hand side fence of Pablo's garden had to be replaced, accordingly everything at that side of the border had to be ruthlessly cut back.  This was what remained!

and after!

With the New Year came resolution - I would look on the blank canvas as an opportunity and replant as necessary.
The pre-existing clematis montana and climbing roses had become so overgrown that, try as I might, I couldn't control them as I wanted. Now I could begin anew.  I have repositioned many of the garden ornaments in the border and indulged in a number of different clematis. New climbing roses are next on my shopping list.

The brilliant Norman has been and wrestled with the rampant ivy on the garage and the two huge pear trees and succeeded with taming the trees on the right hand border  All that is needed now is another general tidying session if the weather holds.

And look what has appeared almost overnight 

Sign of hope in despair

'A gentle creature, with beauty all her own...'

         











I can't wait to see what appears next!