Saturday July 13th 2019

I love what has happened to our garden, by chance. The on-message environmental gardening thinking these days is to go wild. Not in a running about the estate naked with a trombone and dancing cats. That would just be odd. No wild in, and as how, nature intended. Wildlife meadows are oft quoted as the way forward to preserve wildlife.  They do look fantastic if you get the management correct. And there's the nub, they take a lot of management and faffing about to make them look even half decent. Not for me. In our garden we're just organic, have always been and will always be. So the lawn, which is a 1/3 relic of the lawn which I inherited 10 years ago. That law was lush, sprayed of every weed, manicured to within an inch of its life and used as a feature alongside the hot tub and 28 lights inserted in the decking. All of that has gone over the years and nature has found it's way in. This remnant lawn does it's own thing and it's own thing this year is white clover. Where this came from who knows. Last year it was all grasses, some years it's just daisies or buttercups. This year Trifolium repens takes centre stage. And I love it. At night Julie sits in the chair and as the dusk gathers it is like being enveloped by millions of stars. And yes the bees and buzywuzies quite like it too. Happy Days.