There’s no getting away from the fact.
My garden has been neglected over the past 4 weeks. First by a fortnight’s holiday, then a week of iffy weather and me having interviews and sorting a new job, and finally the first week of said job. Yesterday was my first proper examination of the garden and how its fairing.
And I apologised to it.
I went around muttering soothing comments and begging forgiveness under my breath (partly because I do this anyway, but partly so the neighbours don’t think I’m a total lunatic ). Pretty sure I’m not the only one to do this.
The lawn needs a mow – not that the grass is long, but I think the clover, daisy and other ‘weeds’ need a topping off. Which is a shame as this afternoon in the sunshine the clover flowers abounded with the buzzing hum of different bees and other nectar-guzzling insects. I feel slightly cruel cutting off their nutrient fix.
My courgettes don’t look particularly happy, I have to say. The other bits and pieces (cosmos, evening primrose, sunflowers) planted in the same bed seem to be quite happy growing in the horse-manure-enriched ground, though. Funny that.
But in other news, my mallow (Lavatera thuringiaca ‘Baby Barnsley’) is flowering nicely.