We've had my brother staying over this weekend to attend the rugby so it was a late night; we got to bed at 3.00am. When I looked out at the garden this morning it looked pretty sparse and later on, whilst reading 'Dream Gardens', the gardening book I was reviewing for a local free magazine I read, "The true test of any garden is not how it looks in June and July, when borders are brimming and colours explode like fireworks, but how it looks through the long, cold months of winter".
Because we still have lots to do to give the garden shape and form I have to fight the urge to dig the borders because underneath that unforgiving surface are a myriad bulbs just waiting to burst out. I've hacked into them too often in earlier springs when I've been impatient to start gardening again. Hopefully, in years to come I will have structure with box topiary and wooden edges to the vegetable patch. We can but dream.
Because we still have lots to do to give the garden shape and form I have to fight the urge to dig the borders because underneath that unforgiving surface are a myriad bulbs just waiting to burst out. I've hacked into them too often in earlier springs when I've been impatient to start gardening again. Hopefully, in years to come I will have structure with box topiary and wooden edges to the vegetable patch. We can but dream.
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