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