The Rose & Herb Garden. Late April.

This was ground elder once. Nothing but ground elder, as far as I could see in any direction.

It is something else now.

Old roses in galvanised tubs, just breaking into leaf. Chives already flowering, always first, always slightly ahead of themselves. Something white and lacy coming up through the beds that I cannot entirely name, which feels right for a garden that is still revealing itself. Rhubarb at the edges, large and slightly absurd and entirely serious about itself….