The photo taken this morning shows part of a thriving clump of white wood anemones, Anemone nemorosa, which grow in native woodland. A few years ago, I planted them in a shady part of our garden along with various ferns, there is one on the left, some of which were first found in the Lake District, to remind me of home.
This photo shows a few coloured cultivars, mauve and blue, while a couple of clumps of common primrose (top centre), which probably morphed from garden primulas, arrived unbidden and were made very welcome.
A garden is a war zone? It doesn't have to be. An attractive but thuggish plant had been threatening to rampage over their quiet beauty, and I had to get husband Paul, the gardener, to deal with it whilst muttering something about 'letting things get out of hand'. My tip for fellow non-gardeners: watch out for anything whose label states 'good ground cover even in dry shade'. But if you really like it, keep a close eye on it, maybe keep it there in a pot, then war won't break out.
It's almost two years since I published In Our Fathers' Footsteps (see under BOOKS). My latest book, One Dog and His Cop, about my cousin's police dog,was published 30 November this year (see under BOOKS).