This is growing in our sad little scrap of garden. We don’t know what it is, but it has lovely little white flowers right now, which is worrying, since it’s mid-February.
Rental houses often have sad gardens, and this one is no exception. It’s very small, maybe eight feet by twelve, and partially paved over. There’s a flower bed, with two large bushy plants taking over, and this smaller one. There’s just enough space for Martin to grow some herbs, and small section elsewhere where he planted onions and potatoes a while ago. I would love a proper garden, but I suspect Martin rather likes rescuing sad plants and finding them little corners among the rest.