Early morning wander up the garden.

The plants have all taken off after all the recent rain. 
It was a very misty start at 5.00 am when I looked out of the window.
It was shrouding the trees and and creating an eerie blanket.
I got up at 6.45 am to make a cup of tea, creeping downstairs so as not to waken Stephen. 
 The roses this year are wonderful. A delight to the eyes,.
A lot of them have been gifts, some in memory of Matt, others of my dad, who grew roses. Both mum and dad loved their garden. 
Tall Queen Elizabeth roses lined the garden path to the front door. 
In the back garden he had a wonderful bed full of different varieties.
     I wish he could have seen mine.   
Misty garden at 5.00 am in extras.