The grass was so high, dry and ugly that even a hungry goat would have ran away from it. The plants I inherited were also in bad shape and the colours of the flowers mismatched. Last year I read some books about plants and I started to make a garden of my jungle. Some plants I gave away, others I dug out and put on another spot. I removed the grass, because there's no tap downstairs and although it would be good for me to do some physical jerks I didn't want to go up and down about 10 times a day with my watering cans.
Most plants have yellow, purple or white flowers.
Here is a picture of our house snuggling down in the snow of winter. Indoors a warm fire is burning, keeping the house toasty warm. This is a 'snail fence'. My mum loved gardening. She spent ages tending her roses, wheeling vast barrowfulls of steaming horse manure from the stables next door, digging the vegetable garden, taking cuttings and raising strange plants from seed behind the steamy windows of her heated greenhouse.