In the nursery rhyme Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, the garden grew silver bells and cockle shells and little maids all in a row.
My own garden shows no sign of such delights, though its appearance has been ever-changing in recent months.
days.
This was all happening as I realised a long-standing ambition to create many different backgrounds for a series of photographs I have wanted to take for more than 50 years.
I wonder if other readers have managed to bring to fruition such long-held dreams?
-Michael Parker, Brighton
Comments: Our rules
We want our comments to be a lively and valuable part of our community - a place where readers can debate and engage with the most important local issues. The ability to comment on our stories is a privilege, not a right, however, and that privilege may be withdrawn if it is abused or misused.
Please report any comments that break our rules.
Read the rules hereComments are closed on this article