I have felt a bit sad that I have been so "blah" about everything I normally delight in and that I haven't even wanted to BE in the garden, let alone be gardening in the garden.
It is mature enough to cope with a little neglect. In fact, I think it looks rather settled when it's a bit shabby around the edges. So I am hereby just going to relax. There's always another year to tidy it up. Nothing drastic will happen because I didn't move the overshadowed roses this winter or plant more annuals. There is always another season. Believe it or not - winter will come again next year!
I've just remembered I do have a reason to feel quite virtuous. THIS year I managed to stake the tomatoes! Every summer I vow I'll pin them up to stop the poor things sprawling all over the ground. I did it. Believe it or not - each plant is self sown. They are the most hardy!
The garden has been a source of comfort. Just to wander outside and see the beautiful deep red hollyhocks that also cleverly popped up all my themselves. They have grown much better this year than when I actually planted them. They are covered in blooms and taller than me. Glorious!
The jacaranda tree is happily jacarandaring - dropping its purple blossoms all over the lawn beautifully and effortlessly.
To gather a handful of fresh ripe raspberries to sprinkle on vanilla yoghurt for breakfast is so sweet.
I'll tell you all about "tickleberries" next time.
It's the little things that kindle delight.