Last weekend I noticed I had no neighbours. Gone. Vanished. It seemed as if I was living in a small clearing midst in some forgotten jungle, cut off from the outside world by dense trees and impenetrable undergrowth.
But then it dawned on me: It’s almost mid June and I’ve been avoiding the garden since the snow left. A party here, a wet Saturday there, an abundance of excuses not to grab a fork and get stuck in.
Well yesterday my luck ran out, the sun smiled upon me and there was absolutely no reason not to start work. So I donned my wellies and fought my way through the excess foliage.
In our garden the whole lettuce crop has to be consumed within two days, otherwise they suddenly change into six foot high flowers. Our strawberries, on the other hand, appear individually….. actually I’m getting quite excited because it’ll soon be my turn to eat one again. But it’s the back of the garden, hidden from view area which poses the biggest challenge. Whereas other village gardens proudly show off their wonderful, lush flowering shrubs mine seem to sit there, inconspicuous under a thick blanket of thorny weeds and things unwanted.
It’s still by no means weed free, but at least I can see the neighbour’s house again and the hibiscus bushes can once again see the light of day.
