It may only be February 20th but signs of Spring are appearing in mum’s garden.
I say “garden” but in reality its a small strip of earth she has tended for the past 51 years, since they moved to this house when I was five years old in the summer of 1963. Back then the garden was the whole width of the house – see below – but when I was injured in 1978 and became a wheelchair user they concreted it over so I could get in and out of my car in safety as well as get in and out of the house. In the event I never could use the drive for parking my car because it was on too greater slope and so have always parked across it. However mum uses it – and still gets a lot of pleasure out of tending the little bit of garden that’s left.
My image didn’t remind me of any contemporary English photographers – does it for you?