Alison's Garden Blog

Yesterday we had a drizzly morning that developed into a gorgeous, sunny but cool afternoon so off into the front garden I went.  The assistant gardener was at crèche and the little lad was having his afternoon nap so with the baby monitor nestled in the flower bed I started to prune my roses.  A small but thoroughly enjoyable job that took about 30 minutes. 

This is my ideal of gardening, wandering around with gloves and secateurs, a little snip here and a little snip there.  I even listened to the hum of the bees as they cruised around the flowers and stopped for a moment to enjoy the perfume coming from the Graham Thomas rose.

Nothing like the major weed and cut back of a month ago that produced eight rubbish bags of garden waste from the two overgrown and unkempt flower beds.  That was hard, sweaty work spread over four days.  I wore my ‘gardening clothes,’ my oldest scruffiest clothing and I emerged from the beds filthy with hands that still smelt of crushed weeds despite hot soapy water and hand cream!

No, I much prefer just pottering.