When I was a little girl I would visit my grandparents in the summer holidays.  My granny had the most amazing garden to the front of her house.  With beautiful flower beds, rose bush archway and a lawn that I could only ever dream of achieving.  In front of the window was a wooden garden bench which she would sit on whilst the grandchildren played.  I think this was partly to keep an eye on us, but mostly so we didn’t destroy her beautiful garden.… View Post