When trying to clip the hedges that have grown with no sense of responsibility in all the rain, reaching balanced on one leg on a wobbly stone wall with a pair of shears, there is a certain temptation. This temptation is to ignore all thoughts of safety and blindly try to reach too far, or stand on something too insecure or ignore the limits of our tools.
Where does it come from, all this rain? Our village has been flooded a number of times in the last month, and billions (literally) of small stones about the size of a walnut have been washed out from the ancient quarries, up on the moors and have crashed into our gardens and messed them completely. The council have been out clearing the mess for days and there is more rain to come!
All that is nothing compared to my missing my old friends this summer. Let me explain.
Actually, most of June so far has taken place in the shed, the greenhouse, the kitchen, the garage – almost anywhere but the garden! The problem with a wet June is that as far as the plants go, on the whole, it is heaven and we humans have trouble keeping up with them.