I walked to the bottom of my garden today - the first time since mid-December. With snow and ice and some flooding from the rain it did not entice me out there at all. I made a mental note of all the pruning and weeding and tidying that will need doing in February and March and then decided to cut back the tops of the frost damaged roses. In the cold wet weather the buds just rot and don't look nice at all.
I came indoors and my thoughts drifted back to my very first garden in 1965. When we purchased our first house there was just a lawn and 2 apple trees so we set about producing some colour with flowers. In those days Alan had a passion for Dahlias so he did his bit and I raised seeds and planted around them. I was none too keen on the Dahlias as I do not like Earwigs but they did create a good show with many measuring 12 inches across. They can be seen here slightly faded as the photos have been scanned from transparencies.
Whilst thinking of old photographs I thought I would include these 2 of Stonehenge in 1976. The interesting thing here is that at that time one could just park the car and walk around the site, sitting and touching, picknicking or whatever. Not like today where everything is fenced off and one can only look from a distance as well as paying an entrance fee and driving into an enormous car park. One of the downsides of mass tourism.
My children can be seen here with Jane 'holding up the pillar!'