Where the wild things are

That phrase kind of sums up our garden (front and back).  Not large, but absolutely stuffed with 'stuff' which comes back year after year.  Here's the view from our front door, which includes Mr Pink lording it on the pavement and Rosemary Bush inviting people to snip off a few sprigs either to chuck into a casserole or throw into a grave for remembrance.

The 'stuff' in the back garden also includes bindweed.  I've given up trying to get rid of it (after about five or six years) and now just think 'what pretty leaves' and then sigh as it kind of sniggers at me ....