Larking About in the Garden
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The humans have had some windows replaced, Mudlark and Guttersnipe very much approve of the new fog-and-condensation-free view!
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Echinacea
Mudlark found the garden very alluring and gallivanted out to the Echinacea…
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Agapanthus
…Agapanthus…
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Liatris
…Liatris…
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St John’s Wort
…and St John’s Wort.
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Cabbage
Then she rested in the purple cabbage…
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Bouquet
…before gathering some blossoms to bring inside.
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Beauty Inside and Out
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Quimper Hittys 
Great views of the garden glories from inside and out! What a lovely feeling to have some new windows! I’m sure you’re enjoying them immensely.
We are enjoying them! It is so nice to have an unimpeded view out to the garden…and then bring flowers in to echo the loveliness!
I want to rest in a purple cabbage! What a delightful garden tour. Keep naming the flowers. I might really learn them someday.
Laurel
It is a beautiful cabbage with lovely large restful-looking leaves. Apparently babies are sometimes found under a cabbage leaf in the garden (as opposed to being dropped off on a chimney by a stork)!
This is Love. In every stage (photograph) I am being lost… What a beautiful colours, what a beautiful world that you created. How makes me feel good… I can jump into them… This is actually a kind of poetry that was written by your handwork art and by your camera… The colours that you brought them together amazing… Yes, I fall in love. Thank you dear Hitty Lady, Love, nia
Dear nia, I am glad you enjoy the photos and the little visits to my garden…there is a beautiful energy in a garden, it is nice to share it with you.
your garden is a delight and your little people make it even more special.
Must say the colors in your garden are just amazing.
I love it when Mudlark and Guttersnipe are inspired to go out and play in the garden! This is the blaze of glorious colours that I love…and see in my mind’s eye when I look out the (now not foggy) window in winter and dream about!
Oh, Mudlark lounging in the cabbage is my favourite!
She dreams and wonders what might have been…after a hundred years in the Thames mud, she is grateful to have been dug up, washed, and sent to Canada, where she ended up in a garden lounging on a cabbage. Isn’t life weird?