Every time I come home, our garden looks different. Yesterday was I greeted by a plethora of poppies where only a week before there was a sea of blue and yellow irises.
I confiscated my dad’s camera again (until he finds out where exactly I have muffled it away), and here are some of the results of lying sprawled across cobblestones to get the right shot:
If only I were a little better at this photography lark; these pictures don’t really do our garden justice, but you get the gist.
