Purple Wellies

One woman's musings of plant lust for intoxicating blooms

All Together Under a Big Blue Sky

I should think myself lucky. I’ve toyed with the idea of moving to a bigger garden in the past, (and I do mean just that – garden not house) the dream of what could be, but then realism set in. Are you ever going to get this lucky again and do you really want the ominous task of moving half a garden or abandoning all treasures and starting again? I should count my chickens and be grateful for what I have.