The garden is gently going wild, and I quite like it. There is a certain degree of bitterness involved, asparagus has been off the menu this season. I simply cannot bring myself to buy it when, after 3 years of hard planting and care, the pressures of working and commuting meant I took my eye off the ball at the critical Feb-March weeding zone, and the sparrow grass beds became weed beds. Gutting.
But everywhere else the roses are blooming, the bulbs all came up, even the weeds have a rakish beauty. I have pretty much had to let it all go, and the results are rather lovely. There may be a life lesson there.