Coming home...

I let this big flowerbed go... hoping the wild things would sow themselves and make a garden without my help. Sometimes, this is the best way to establish a new garden. Flowers will sprout where it suits them, and they do a much better job than I can do.



I love the Rose Campion, and I know I've written about this antique flower before. It great in the garden of my childhood home, and when it showed up in the garden at Pennylane Farm the first spring we lived there... well, I knew I had come home.