It’s that time of year when the sap has begun to rise and thoughts of Mother Nature’s bounty come to mind.
My little cottage garden in the Magical Town of Crickadoon (Crickhowell, Wales) 
After having lived and worked in the States for twenty eight years, In 1993, I returned to Crickhowell, Wales to stay with my cousin and her family.
Crickhowell is a small market town which sits in the Usk Valley where the Brecon Beacons and Black Mountains meet.
During the twelve years that I lived and worked there, I designed a small cottage garden, which gave me immense pleasure and taught me a great deal.
I saw this picture in a magazine and used it as the template for my garden….
The plot behind the cottage was small and had laid fallow for twenty years. The first thing I did was to clear and dig the garden over….and then lay flag stones.
Friends with established gardens gave me cuttings, and slowly but surely, the garden began to take shape.
Before my eyes, I watched the transformation from uncared for patch to a place that welcomed birds, bees, butterflies, cats and humans.
Note Christeve the Cat climbing the ladder which took her into the neighbour’s garden:) 
Growing a garden from scratch requires commitment and patience, however the satisfaction gained is enormous…
As the garden began to mature, I was able to throw open the french doors and have all my senses fed, whether I inside or out.
When I moved to London in 2005, I was very sad to say goodbye to the garden, but at the same time grateful for what it gave me.
Clearly the hummingbirds were weaving their magic.
A Bientôt
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