Windflowers

The weeds are rampant in their triumph over all my endeavours. I wrestle them out pulling hand fulls, bucket fulls and even filling my bin. ...

  My Father had a scratch on his car and I figured I was the one to fix it. Having confidence but zero experience I sanded the surface smoot...

It seems surreal to be sitting back in Malta on my favourite bench, enjoying the sound of the sea and blue skies above, after an absence of...

Am really loving being in Balymoney with my Mum.  One enters a bubble universe in which the garden is the centre of everything.  Garden c...