the joy of tattered flowers

A lot of my flowers are looking a bit battered, tattered and chewed, but I've found that I kind of like that. Makes the garden loo klived -in.


 
 

In the centre panel is my "hanging basket" (an old repurposed orange kettle) which contains a cheerful bunch of yellow pansies that have lasted the entire spring. They nearly died in the first week or so of lock-down, but then I remembered to water them, and after a few day's soak discovered that the petunia is also not as dead as one might expect.

Here's to the volunteers and returners, the slug-nibbled and pigeon-chomped. Keep on flowering!