The back garden is a different matter. I’ve never been so pleased. Every morning a new batch of poppies has unfurled its flowers – just a shame that sometimes within hours the petals have blown off.
Then there are the strawberries, loved by many. Not least, the mummy blackbirds, who have found a way under the netting to have a nibble.
So, further work on the front garden will have to wait while I enjoy what’s going on elsewhere.