up the garden path

peeking out of the back porch window

(and remember, the other day, this was the state of our garden - click here to read)

looks like the fairies at the bottom of our garden have been at work battling with the tangle.

So, creeping around the weeping willow - with a little bit of low evening sun peeping through it's branches

 lo and behold - the way is now clear

and venturing right to the end

I turn and see one of those lovely flowers that pop up every year, probably weeds, no idea what they're called, but I love them (answers in the comments box if you know)

and next there's the lovely hydranga

and it strikes me I love this wildness the summer rains have brought this year