No, this isn't my garden, I wish it was. It belongs to Annie's family and is I think the prettiest garden on the lochside.
A cottage garden full of colour and perfume.
I don't know the name of this. Can somebody please tell me what it is? The noise coming from it was deafening. A loud buzzing noise.
It was covered in bees. There must have been hundreds of them. It reminded me of a buddleia bush, but the flowers were smaller, and it had perfume that was familiar but I couldn't place.
I was in Annie's garden today because I'd been invited to help myself to some of the fruit
So now we'll have black currant jam, and tomorrow if the birds have left any I may pick some raspberries and red currants.
Thank you for the kind and encouraging comments left on my last post. Several of you remarked on the picture I did. No, I'm not a trained artist. I did fashion drawing a hundred years ago at college. But never really used it. Occasionally I go on a drawing course, but mainly just fiddle about with a pen and sketchbook, and often don't even do that! I think about drawing though!. I joined the Art Centre in Ullapool earlier this year, and was very excited when a little piece of plywood came through the letterbox with an invitation for me to paint a picture. I really enjoyed painting it and for a day actually felt like a proper Artist! And I have thought about painting some more - I'll just finish making the jam first!