Today the garden is pink.

Early summer is the best time for my garden as there is still enough moisture in the sandy soil to keep everything looking fresh. I can even kid myself that the I have a lawn – later in the year it is a bleached expanse of dried vegetation.

I have large island beds and I mulch and mulch but it is very hard to combat the sandy soil. Should a rabbit choose to burrow in a flower bed (and they do, Jack Russells notwithstanding) the displaced soil would not look out of place on a beach.

I have a rule of thumb for the plants in my garden –  if a plant dies I do not attempt to grow that particular plant again. Also, once a plant is established I do not water. Maybe this means I have a lot of similar plants in the borders but on days like this, with the sun shining, a light breeze dancing through the trees and the soil still retaining a little moisture, everything looks amazing.

I have my fingers crossed that it will look as good for the Poetry in the Garden course I am running in August…though for that to be the case I would have to wish for rain  – therein lies the dilemma.

For now it is enough that I can enjoy this blush of colour – an ideal prompt to write…