Karma my dear WD. They are people without joy in their heart, thats why they need pets to sing the song they lack in their hearts.

why are people so horrible, isn't life surely too short to have such bad blood????

We look out on big spruce trees, moss, azaleas, hellebores, mischevious squirrels, birds, from front windows. The back windows look out at our tiny shade garden - a collection of hydrangeas, small hollies, ivies, epimediums, hostas, azaleas, small trees.  When we replace our rotting privacy fence, we'll have to leave a hole for the possums and racoons to pass through, it's been their thoroughfare for years.  Neighborhood cats hang out in our back garden and we have a family of rabbits now that Pablo, our beloved kitty passed away. Pablo fiercely protected my garden, he was a force of nature.

I painted a watercolor of my view of my back garden and my sister told me, this is the most romantic vision, it's not realistic though, but to me, it's what I see when I look out there.

There is a constant parade of people walking their dogs down our street and I enjoy saying hello and sometimes petting the doggies.

When I look out of my kitchen window , I see my little back garden .

I look out onto my little grassy lawn which is raise by a few steps from the old black path at its edge.
At the one side of the garden and  directly oposite the kitchen window is a magnificent shrub which will be bursting, into a mass of white frowers within the next 10 days, the flower buds are already starting to open and leads the eye onto a tiny grassy lawn.

Beyond the tiny grassy lawn is a small white rendered shed that has a nice little pitched roof that is covered in gery reclaimed slates and has some old decorative ridge tiles ,everyone laughed at me when I had the little shed built like this, but I think it's great  . oposite the little lawn is a flower bed that runs the length of the path and as far as the back gate .
The back gate leads into the lane that runs behind our house..

In the long flower bed, there are 2 garden arches , I can see these quite easily  from the kitchen window.

One on the arches, right at the end of my garden, is covered with a very old fashioned clinbing rose, when it flowers in the summer it is magnificent , it is a mass of large soft white blooms on thornless branches
From the thichness of the rose where it grows from the ground , it is thought to have been planted either when my house was built , or , maybe even a few years earlier, If this is the case , then this rose has been growing happily for over 100 years , I think that it totaly amazing .
Underneath this rose arch , I have my 2 compost bins.

The other arch is very much a home made affair , made by my husband around 15 years ago out of a few fencing trellis pannels, its quite wonky , it adds to its charm ( he realy is not good at DIY) amazingly this wonky arch has stood that tests of time and last year I had to replace the top trellis and in doing so I had to cut back the prickly climbing rose that covered it . This rose is nowhere near the age of the other rose , but it is still around 22 years old.
Underneath this garden arch is an old railway bench that my husband loves to sit on.

I only have a small garden but I can see most of it from my kitchen window.
The flowers in it have been growing for years, things like big white daisies, the climbing roses and phlox.There is always something to see,

At the far end of my garden in a grey stone wall , this is typical of Welsh gardens in the area that I live , infact my entire back garden is surrounded by the same walling. I quite like it , it definatly adds to that gardens character.

You see , I;m very lucky , I have such a pretty little area to look out on from my kitchen window,