Today I have worked in my own garden. I know, that must be three times this year. Do you think I’m over doing it? I only touched the surface of what needs to be done, but I suppose I made an effort and a few things were crossed off the list.
Let me try to explain my woeful neglect. The reason might sound a little like that interview question “what is your greatest failing?”, reply “I work too hard”, but please bear with me. The truth is that I fear going out there because I know that I will held captive for hours. Just one more weed/repot/cutting/seed sown/prune …… and before you know it the moon is high and the bats are flying. As I live part-time in the real world, other things are calling to me. It is just too dangerous to even step foot outside the back door. Am I forgiven? Am I believed?
The above photo bears no resemblance to my garden. It is Knoll Gardens in Dorset. To me this combination of rudbeckia and aster is pure perfection. I stood in front of it and sighed. I needed to be tugged away by my ear to enjoy the further and varied delights of this wonderful oasis.