It is now five feet high. My neighbour calls it the fuzzy plant. The leaves and the berries are used in cooking.
The queen mother was once quoted as saying that love will survive in a family, if a myrtle is planted to the left of the front door of a home.
Love was here before the myrtle and remains here all these years later.
Now it serves as a reminder each time I see it, that love is something to be treasured.
In the garden I am like a child in a sweet shop, I look for plants which I particularly like and am concerned if they have not appeared in time, or appear to be suffering
and have given up saying that one is my favourite as I love them all.
My thought is to ensure that each day I stop and look at all the wonderful things which are around me, and give thanks for my many blessings.