Rambling on . . . Gardening Woes or How Not to be a Gardener . . .
As the gardening year comes to a close – the serious work of garden maintenance begins. Even though I have only just returned from a lovely break by the sea, fully rejuvenated, I seem to lose interest in the garden at this time of year, and the thought of all that tidying, pruning and bulb planting, is enough to make me take to my bed and wait for spring to arrive.
I am not sure why this happens – I’m supposed to love gardening – I often say so, so it must be true; but as I get older I enjoy being in the garden whilst not actually doing anything. Strolling round admiring the flowers and taking pictures, a little bit of pottering here and there, sitting in the shade reading (some would call it loafing), harvesting the fruits of my labours, all make me happy – but getting down to the real nitty-gritty – well, that’s a different matter.
All the pruning back, removing pernicious weeds, planting dozens of bulbs etc. just seems like too much hard work. The only thing I can do to make life easier is to simplify everything – so a lot of serious thinking is going on as to how to enjoy the garden without becoming a slave to it.
Is it inevitable and natural that we wind down along with the season – or am I on my own here?