An English garden in high summer; pinks, snapdragons, stocks, delphiniums, sweet peas, cornflowers, lavender, sweet williams, lupins and roses, roses, roses.
Not in my garden. Neglect has taken its toll. My rose bushes are struggling to make their presence felt, my honeysuckle has failed to flower yet again and every time I try and bring order I come out in an allergic itching rash. Picking the raspberries is about as much as I can cope with.
Sometimes though less is more. All I could find worth picking today were a spray of white roses, some feverfew and a few frothy stems of lady's mantle. And that was enough to make a very pleasing posy. Perfect for a Cornishware jug.