I particularly dislike this time of year. It exhausts me.
Wherever I look the garden reproaches me with jobs that should have been done already or jobs that are so physically daunting that I haven't had the energy to begin.
Plans made during the summer - so easy to jot in a notebook - now require digging,sawing, humping and heaving. Huge holes are appearing in the borders where plants I have got bored with have been turfed out and the exciting replacements look far too small and forlorn in their places. Will the gaps ever fill up?
However there is still a lot of colour in the untouched borders, the grasses are looking superb - especially in the morning after a heavy dew.
