Diary 153

Diary 153

Tuesday, August 18th

So I admit I’m not a great gardener. My herbaceous borders leave plenty to be desired. But today as I wandered round the place with Zoe and Ellie (7 and 5). picking flowers and observing bees and butterflies, I realized that it doesn’t have to be perfect to be eminently good enough.  Across the road a five-man garden team manicured browned and dead grass, put mulch around the rain starved trees, and made a lot of noise creating a sterile space. Sometimes imperfect is better.

The bees would agree, I think.

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