March in the Garden

I have a pretty garden, all summer long it is filled with colour and scent. During March I have a beautiful cream limber that rambles through the trellis on my decking with richly scented cream flowers. Kieron and I always see it as a sign that summer is on the way so the post-winter tidy up gets under way.

Kieron helps by moving bits of cat-killed dead mice and birds and holds bin bags for me to fill. He plays with the grass cuttings missed by the lawn mower, throwing them in the air to land on his head. These then fall off all through the house.He picks stones out of the grass and posts them down the hole left by the rotary washing line and picks daisies to pull off the petals.

March is a joyous time with the promise of Easter eggs to eat followed by warm days and beach trips throughout the summer.

The scented climber was in full flower on the day that I said my goodbyes to Kieron: everyone sat in our garden afterwards and commented on how good it smelt. 

I hate that plant now, but keep it for the happier memories.