rambling on . . . about an autumn dilemma
Picture this - a border – full of pink petalled flowers with ferny leaves and tight shiney buds being tossed about in the autumn winds like a ship on the ocean with rain-spoilt petals that droop and wither.
Should they be brutally ripped out at their roots in a fever of border clearance to make way for new plants eager to get out of their small pots – or left to die a graceful death when the first frosts arrive.
Oh – the misery of indecision.