Well contrary to what your bones may of been telling you it is actually spring as yet again it's started to rain as I type this Thursday morning after a more spring-like day before with the sun very much on your legs.
There always appeared to me a difference between the gardens we had in the three houses I allegedly grew up in and that of other boys you knew and even that of your extended family in that was there less formal planted areas with specific plants and flowers that were seasonal.
The garden shown is more like like that of my much missed grandads, an unsual for the area long rear garden in the middle of a terrace that as raised from the rear of the property it was he'd made dedicated corners that we played in.
As much as we got to anything like that were roses on side panel, planters dotted about and the pyracantha I inisisted upon having that the birds love.
The one thing I didn't do a lot of was play with dogs chiefly down to us only having a dog for an extremely short period and that relatives didn't visit with dogs much and never in the garden.
The dog playing and walking bit was exercising our science teachers dog at boarding school in all weathers from the grounds and having a pass out to a nearby field along a narrow path I was trusted with.
Although our cats did go outdoors, they were always on leads during the spring and summer as they were not semi-feral.
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