When it was first done, it looked amazing. After nearly fourteen years, it's in need of some TLC.
Thing is, I love my garden. I just don't like gardening.
I like being outdoors - preferably reading a good book in the shade or soaking up a few rays. I really envy people with lovely gardens. I know you have to put the effort in, but gardening just doesn't float my boat. I don't think I have any shade of green in my fingers at all. I do not like being outdoors if it means I'm getting scratched or stung or prickled by various weeds when I try to pull them out. It's so demoralising to spend several hours weeding a border, only to see that the next time it rains, up the weeds pop again.
Mr Squidge keeps saying it looks lovely - really full borders. Thing is, I know what they're full of...
Perennial forget-me-not. You just can't get the roots out. The other year, I hoed all the tops off, hoping that would weaken the roots. Did it heck! I have a forest of the damn things behind the climbing frame this year...
Brambles. These I don't mind so much, as wild blackberries are always so full of flavour and we make a rather lovely blackberry wine with them. However, I don't want them everywhere.
Stingers. Sneaky little... You can guarantee they'll find the only bit of unprotected skin to leave their mark.
Grass. Not the lawn sort - the feathery kind that grows in-between everything and you can't get the roots out.
I do try. I dig and fork and pull and tug, but never seem to make an impression. Perhaps I just need to accept there'll be a certain amount of wildness in my garden and enjoy it anyway...
|Lilac and apple blossom at the end of my garden...|