The Gardener's Journal - July
July is the point in the gardening year where everything becomes a little excessive in the most wonderful way possible. The borders are enormous. The grass grows with reckless confidence. Roses are throwing themselves about dramatically and every plant seems convinced it deserves centre stage. And honestly, fair enough.
The Gardener's Journal - June
June is the month when the garden stops pretending to be under your control and takes over the reins. Up until now you have had a reasonable sense of involvement. You planted things. You tidied things. You made plans and occasionally even followed them. June listens to all of that, nods politely, and then gets on with doing whatever it was going to do anyway.
The Gardener's Journal - May
May is my favourite month in the garden, which is slightly inconvenient because it never lasts long enough. If I had any say in the matter, I would happily press pause on the entire thing and keep it exactly as it is for a few extra weeks.
The Gardener's Journal - April
April is the month when the garden stops asking politely and starts making demands. One minute it was quietly waking up. The next it has burst into full conversation, talking over itself and expecting you to keep up. Growth arrives with enthusiasm and very little warning. Leaves unfurl almost audibly. Shoots stretch with ambition. Weeds appear overnight as if delivered by courier. The change is intoxicating and slightly alarming.
