Clash

I love crazy clashes in flower colours.  Went over to Mum and Dad for a cup of tea in the garden. Picked loads of their roses and sweet peas to bring home.  Mum always has great sweet peas and does this thing of filling a trench with un rotted compost as a friend told them to do in the seventies. Parents were in good form and discussed with an air of triumph the first Waitrose delivery in a priority slot.