I was told recently that my great grandfather was a gardener who kept greenhouses, sold his plants and cared for others gardens. So, it turns out horticulture is in my lineage. Quite laughable if you know me. I'm taken with flowers, but they usually shrivel under my neglectful eye. The weeds love me. I let them alone to their business. This year might be my most successful one yet as a gardener. The weather has been co-operating. When the days are extra hot they often end in a dousing of rain. Just a quick turn of soil has kept the weeds down. I'm really enjoying our little courtyard, it's herringbone bricks (recycled from a century old building) and creeping vines. It's a shady spot, but so incredibly private and lovely for a city garden. These are a few shots I took tonight in my secret garden. Enjoy!