I have finally planted some flowers, before the rains descend this evening. After my first attempts were completely devoured by slugs and snails, I’ve been a little slow to try again. What with the pests and the intimidating blank canvas of bare earth maybe it’s just too difficult!
I used to think there must be some secret formula to gardening, that unless you had a full set of instructions it was a botanical impossibility. But I’m starting to realise that the soil is pretty good at nurturing life. And as I’m rarely a fan of straight rows and orderly boxes, I see no reason why I should try to achieve that in my garden. So I’ve stuck some things in the soil, haphazard and hasty, and I’ll wait to see what grows. This time I might put up a few slug defences too.