A warmer winter and lots of rainfall has combined to bestow our front lawn and back lawn with meadow like status. The grass is tall, the weeds are flourishing, and David Attenborough would not look out of place in our garden tracking down wildlife. I was hoping for a break in the damp weather to wheel out our rather dilapadated petrol mower for it's first outing of the year, but it wasn't to be.
Lawns are about the only aspect of gardening that I can cope with reasonably well. Weeding, cutting, digging, planting ... forget it! I find it completely soul destroying, and so mind numbingly boring! Faced with an eternity of gardening, or being stung by a billion rampant wasps, then our little stingy friends would win hands down. Then again, a lot of gardeners probably see a day spent hunched over a computer as a wasted life. I often think that if no-one ever reads what I commit to the screen, they could well be right.
Q: How many gardeners does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: One, but strictly speaking this is the wrong time of year to be transplanting bulbs.
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