Another week has passed and we are inching, or should that be centimetering, towards Blaen Cwndu September NGS opening date. The summer solstice looms, reminding us, all to clearly, of the inevitable decent into autumn. I hate midsummer. Perhaps hate is too strong a word, but it certainly unsettles me. The switch in my head flips from “all is possible” to “all is unlikely”. Things seem a little bit more complicated.
I often think it unfair to label our garden adversaries as “pests”. They are just doing what they can to survive in this world, just as we are. We should try to live in harmony. Then the slugs eat the beans and the aphids infest all, the caterpillars eat the verbascum and my rose tinted glasses tumble to the ground and are stamped upon. Suddenly it all seems a little bit more difficult.
Then a rose such as this begins to bloom and I realise that perhaps things aren’t so bad after all. We are all in the same boat; wins and losses, success and failure, we are in the lap of the horti-gods. It generally evens out in the end. What will be, will be. Please keep reminding me.
Off The Edge Gardening 