Birthday weekend over and I’m home reviewing the detritus that No Mow May and Most of June has left for me to clear up. But days of dryness have been trumped by pouring down sadness, a deluge over night and the reluctance to garden just hit me – wham! Bam! Not blooming likely.

Lots of things to pull out! Horrible Pink things and prehistoric weed things. But lots of big daisies too! Purple flowers I don’t plant but am glad when they reappear. The alliums have left big dead heads and the irises too have withered away.

I got some lovely gardening books, New Wild Gardens, which appeal to keeping my new wilderness currently and not trying to invent a new rigid garden symmetry.

Back to garden-keeping then.