The Woods of Westermain

I need to attend to my garden more often.   I get enthused for short spans of time and then neglect it for too long.  Our Australian Summers are not very forgiving of this.

But somehow, despite my neglect, a few seeds I planted made it to maturity.  Then one day I realised there were beautiful flowers blooming.

The beauty of flowers, especially cottage flowers, is transient so I tried to capture the moment in a photo.   So here it is - the Nigella in the Mist that grew despite my lack of care and a poem by George Mayer.