What a year it’s been and, specifically for me, the end of summer up to now has been enormously hectic. Working almost every Saturday and long days throughout the week (cheers, Covid), raine almost every day of my week off and nights drawing in means I’ve had next to no time to dedicate to the garden and IT SHOWS.
Yesterday, I finally braved up and went out into the garden to see the damage. You know the painting The Scream by Edvard Munch? That was very much my reaction. Total. Flipping. Horror.
In the foreground you can see the runner beans that are long past their best moment, on a backdrop of dandelions and other assorted weeds. Initially, I was pretty annoyed that I’d let it get to this point, but I honestly don’t know when I would have been able to squeeze gardening time in over the past few months. It really has been quite exceptional.
I woke up this morning, watched Gardener’s World and felt motivated to start tackling it. Just like the first few steps of a run are the hardest, so too were the first steps into the garden. It’s easy to go out there when it’s sunny and warm, but much more difficult when the weather has turned and it’s a bit cold and damp.
As you can see, I’ve managed the first few yards and still have a long way to go, so if you’re in a similar situation, or you’ve just taken on a bit of land or new garden to clear, feel free to work alongside me. As someone who has does it before (though sadly on this very patch of land), it’s so satisfying once it’s done.