Regular readers may recall that I have been having a bit of a thing about hanging baskets this year. Well in reality it started last year (remember last year when things felt so much easier and yet we did not know it at the time?) Anyhoo, the hanging baskets have been a constant joy throughout this year that has needed every moment of joy that can be wrung out of it.
The hanging basket that is currently hanging from the Whitby Arch in the back garden has been wonderful this year. I planted it up to be hopefully sustainable. So its first phase was snowdrops and daffodils and some tulips.