It is a quarter to six. The low evening sun is shining through the dead stems of last year's phlox. I cut that back and the euphorbia next to it. Small job and it does reveal the weed and the grot grown through the bed but that is fine. Today I am not weeding and today I am not despairing! Today I am cutting back the phlox. Tick.
Then I move on to the herb bed which we made for people in the holiday cottage and cut back the sage. I hope it will recover. At the moment it looks a bit scalped. And then with a small rush of blood to the head I do something quite other and add some fresh compost to the top of the terracotta pot with the agapanthus in it. I bought these two years ago and the first summer they flowered and were beautiful. Last year I think I had only one flower. I have no idea whether it will help but I thought I would try some fresh compost and perhaps some other feeding. Must check whether they like to be fed! If you know, please tell me and save me slogging through contradictory advice on the internet! Why would I trust you more? Because you probably won't tell me unless you are quite sure from personal experience!
And then I stop. Time taken, fifteen minutes. And I walk around the garden, trying not to see the big picture: the cutting garden that needs weeding, the grass growing through the violets under the amelanchier, don't get me started on the mint beds and fruit garden. Stop. I bring out some scissors and cut some daffodils for the kitchen, trying to see the pleasure in the garden, right now.
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