Murder among the marigolds

One of the things I want to write more about is gardens. English country gardens are so lovely and also perfect places for dastardly deeds to happen in mystery books

There was nothing but colour at Floriade yesterday. It’s a flower festival that happens each year in my hometown (except for the past two when COVID cancelled it.)

It was so lovely to be back among the sea of tulips and the cinnamon donuts were a well deserved treat after a tough week.

My mother was an excellent gardener. She had my father rig up a lighting system so she could garden into the night. In summer, it wasn’t unusual to find her out there past midnight.

Unfortunately, I didn’t inherit her green thumb, but lately I’ve found myself considering giving it a go.

I’ve spent weeks pulling up weeds to restore Mum’s garden before we put my parent’s house up for sale and I’d forgotten what a great stress reliever gardening is.

It’s also been good fun to browse the garden centre for plants and tools.

I even started watching a gardening show on TV last night!

By coincidence, the book I’m writing now has a reference to Capability Brown—a famous English gardener and landscape architect.

I think I’ll start small with some pots when I get back from my European adventure in December.

Right now I have lots of writing work that I need to squeeze in between my day job.

So stay tuned to find out if I can turn my thumb green and here’s some photos of the lovely photos from Floriade.