It's just growing in the wrong place

As Corvid-19 continues to spread, and cause mayhem, we are continuing to observer the government rules about staying at home.  We are very fortunate in that we have a garden.  This means we can throw the kids outside now, and again to make sure they get some daylight, and generate Vitamin D.  The las thing the NHS needs right now is a wave of ricketts, and scurvy. We are also blessed with one of these.

Because of this blessing we do not have a beautiful garden.  We do not have a pretty garden.  What we do have is something akin to Twickenham, at the end of the six nations rugby tournament, during a particularly rainy season. Obviously this Metaphor only applies to when they used to actually play rugby at Twicknham, prior to the virus situation.

However, in these challenging times we have to count our blessings.  Nature has provided for us if we only look closely, and re-adjust our pre-corvid standards.  With that in mind I decided to dust off the old box brownie, put on my best garden slippers, and capture some of these delightful flowers, formerly known as weeds.  Look closely at these unwanted flowers, and you will soon see that, despite being invasive, and difficult to get rid of, the truly are amazing, colourful, and wonders of nature.

We do have a few flowers we have planted too.  Our gardening adage is very much survival of the fittest.