I am suffering from a little premature nostalgia as I look out at our brand new garden.
You must remember that we had none at all for the fifteen years we lived over the restaurant.
Tomorrow we head off on a big adventure.
A whole month in France-and most of it unbooked.
We have rented a house with a pool in the Languedoc for one week and a very kind friend has lent us her apartment in Argeles Sur Mer for a week so we are not going to be travellers in the Irish sense.
We are however taking the tent out of it’s mothballs and intend to find out if we can still crack it under canvas, at least for a few nights.
This is all very exciting for me and I can’t wait…but…
The garden is just starting to come together so, I thought I would take just a few shots of it this early morning, stick them up in my blog, and then sneak a look at the homestead by sneaking into an internet cafe.

Not much of a shot I know but very exciting for us to see the grass growing!

Our friend Siobhan Denman never comes without some of her wonderful, blowzy, old-fashioned and very smelly Roses.

We found this fern Fossil in our new Indian Sandstone Patio.

Mind yourself garden.
See you in a month.