I have to admit to turning a blind eye to one part of our garden (well actually there’s more than one but I pretend that the whole compost heap/nettle fest is actually in a field so not technically part of the garden – nothing like trying to rationalise being lazy…)
The front garden isn’t really a front garden these days. The narrow country lane rat run past our front gate has put paid to anyone except the suicidal trying to get to our house along the lane. Instead we sneak up on the back of the house and the back door is now the front door as it were. Yes this does cause confusion for various delivery drivers and new postmen but its just the way it is.
Despite being tiny our front garden has a couple of beds, beds which I did weed out properly last year and which I had even started to plant up with some evergreen shrubs. Only trouble was that I was so busy trying to get the bits we can actually see under control that I rather left it. And didn’t even bother to cut the grass.
Roll forward a month (or two) and suddenly it looks rather as if I had intended it to look this way – chaos has transformed into artfully shabby county wildflowers, I’ve discovered various flowers that seem to refuse to go away but are happily blooming in my beds.
And you know what, despite very little attention I think it does look bad. Certainly not bad enough to make me do anything more than to take some pictures.
In fact, given how determined some of these flowers are and how hardy they seem, I’m planning on transplanting some of them into bits of the main garden that need a bit of a hand.
You see – neglect isn’t always a bad thing!