A cold wind is blowing and I shiver as I stand at my back door sipping my hot, morning coffee. A coffee I know I shouldn't be drinking for health reasons, but I am struggling to give up my guilty indulgence, especially as we hit a chilly spell.
I wander down to the bottom of the garden and admire the Sedum's. They are in their prime at this time of year as they pop pink prettiness in a garden full of fallen brown rusty leaves. I decide that I will plant more of these beauties, maybe out the front, up against the picket fence or possibly surrounding Bertha, the caravan. I think Bertha would like them. They will sit perfectly at her feet and as pink is her favourite colour, I'm sure it will make her very happy and also her passer by's, as they often give her a sidewards glance, a nod and a nostalgic smile. Oh yes, they will make Bertha very happy indeed.