The kids had other ideas and begged if they could go out and clear the garden. Not one to give up an offer of someone doing some cleaning for me, I let them out. Little Man came running back in to tell me about the roses that were growing outside: "they're so beautiful mum!"
I ambled out to take a look and found he was talking about the Camelia plant which had finally flowered. I've had it for six years and it has been growing very slowly, every year I hoped for flowers and had to make do with pretty, waxy deep green leaves. This year the little plant is covered in rose-like blooms and fat buds.
The strawberries are running riot again and the little apple tree is also starting to set forth buds.