One of the big changes for us in moving from London to Suffolk was acquiring a real garden rather than a back yard.
Managing the garden however has been a real challenge. Mostly the garden is winning.
Although summer seems to have disappeared, our garden continues to run rampant.
I remember back at the end of March when I was dismayed by the volume of weeds, and actually tried wielding a trowel and some garden gloves. This may have had some connection with the imminent arrival of Andy-the-gardener to prune the assorted climbing roses, vines and wisteria making a break for the roof, and my embarrassment at the state of the rest of the garden.
The bed at the back of the house started off like this:
|Flower bed before: I’m sure some of these are genuine plants|
Here’s what it looked like after a couple of hours’ weeding. Note the flattering camera angle, as I try to ignore the part near the steps, where I rang out of time, effort and energy in the face of ground elder.
|Flower bed afterwards: visible earth!|
(By the way, in case you were wondering, we were told by the previous owners that the weird little arch is a dog kennel. The strange window that seems to have been eaten up by the flower bed is actually the window for one of the rooms in the basement).
Anyway, fast forward four months, and the plants have fought back.
|Think “rustic charm” rather than “unkempt”…|
At least the bees are happy. And I can promise myself that if the rain would only hold off a bit, I’d go back outside and hoick out more of the undergrowth.
|Unfortunately googling “round blue thistle like flowers that bees like”
did not reveal the name of this plant.