There's the hardy daisies that bob their happy heads just about all year round.
I look at my rose bushes, they are begging to be pruned. The last flowers bloom lonely, still as beautiful, on long bare canes. Just have to wait a week for green bin day, when the bin is empty I can fill it with rose prunings!
|A double jonquil about to open, with a cheeky snail trying to hide.|