Every year I am fooled into thinking I have a spacious garden. I mean, why on earth would a modest pot like this need all that space?* 
The plants have plenty of elbow room.                                    


Tiny scillas and modest hellebores are easily visible. 
I get super excited about the first blossoms on the cherry
and the fattening buds on the camellias.

The bees and I become delirious on the scent of the skimmia which fills the air for yards around (you can’t see them because of my photography, but I gave up trying to count them). I have this temporary sense of control, I even add a plant or two… and every year nature teaches me a lesson before we reach midsummer.

*To see what happens to the tub click here.