The garden has really escaped me this summer. It is a sad, sad reflection of what it should be. Everything from the veg plot to many herbs are grown away and wasted. I feel dreadful that l have let this happen, what should be a working environment and a producer of goodness, has been let down and gone wild.
Part of me feels that by letting it go it is a way of letting go of this house and garden, something l know l must do, probably next year.
To my mind the overgrown look has its beauty in its true match of nature, it comes, it goes, without any help or hindrance from us. The flowers that are overblown and fall are replaced with new blooms that struggle through the weedy base . Unfortunately that weedy base is somewhat overwhelming in places, if l could come up with a use for the dreaded creeping buttercup l would be a national hero.
I will not pretend dear reader that l will 'get into the garden' this weekend. No l shall instead walk right through it en route to HQ and re-enter the world of Christmas. I will of course look out of the window and feel guilty that l haven't cleared the veg plot or done the weeding. I will promise myself a massive clearing operation, 'just as soon as l have a minute', in the meantime HQ will be swallowed up in a forrest of mint. Actually that would be rather fairy-tailish, my little log cabin with mint all over it, maybe l should write that down………………………