My eldest daughter's reaction to my garden
It was lovely to have my eldest daughter visiting for a couple of weeks, and she wanted to write a guest post - so here it is :) I was sitting drinking a lovely glass of wine, nibbling on salad fresh out of my mom’s garden and chatting when I noticed that the ground was alive. This was rather disconcerting until I discovered that the movement was hundreds of “frogs” which my mother quickly corrected me were actually toads. I was enthralled by the steady hop, hop, hop –somehow all in sync. The remainder of the evening was spent happily watching the toads move, the sky darken and the flowers fall from the lychee tree. Here is a cute frog........... and here is an ugly toad... As her blog follower’s you may not know my mother’s gardening history. For years and years my mother wanted a garden. And every time she got one and built it up just like she wanted, life got in the way and took it away. I’m not a gardener, but I get plenty of garden based emails and such. It al...