As anyone who is self employed will tell you, it is very difficult to turn down work for fear of not being asked again. There comes a time though, when you have to say “today is for me” and that is what happened yesterday. And what did I do? Well I gardened of course.
Sometimes I think that plants survive in my garden in spite of me. Althaea cannibina struggling behind an over-exuberant euryops, barely protected Hedychium greenii already with shoots of 20cm, ignored dahlias showing their wares. My lovely daylily ‘Pollies Dark Seedling’, once feared lost, was ably tackling the molluscs unassisted. Talking of the enemy; there were biblical amount of slugs and snails. Every pot I lifted, every leaf I turned, every plant I knocked out, there they were, in all colours, shapes and sizes, lurking belligerently and stuffed full of fresh foliage. Bindweed was the herbaceous equivalent; strangling, sneaky, cleverly wrapped around itself to make a taut stem with which to climb to even higher heights. A whole day spent in intensive care went some way to bring the garden back from the brink. Must try much harder, it really is a very bad example.
This little Erodium manescavii wasn’t bothered by my neglect. I have a soft spot for the diminutive heronsbill. Very uncomplaining, very beautiful, perfect for my garden.