Thursday, June 2, 2011



So, I make no claims to be a gardener. At all.

Like baking, gardening is an art that I don't really understand and undertake on a hit-and-miss basis. Not that the Knitting Mama's skills weren't abundant in both the garden and the kitchen, it's just that I wasn't paying much attention at the time.

Fortunately, the combination of hubby's skills and nature's bounty means that we are well served at Chez Nic for garden delights.

So, even tho' this ain't one of those knitting blogs that sidesteps into hymns to spring flowers or a celebtration of culinary achievements, sometimes one just can't help it.

On a recent sunny Sunday I couldn't help but notice the lovely palette around me.

So here it is.


Sinéad said...

Beautiful flowers! Sunny days make gardens extra nice!

Tina - omme i London said...

I won't mention a thing about the super fertility of the green lands you live on; honest! The garden looks lovely by the way. ;)

Leslie said...

Lovely, some day I will get to see it in person, real and up close, I swear.