The garden is changing all the time. Tis the season.
I have a gardener coming tomorrow to do a bit of a tidy up. Mum has told me to tell him what to do – basically make some order in the chaos.
Sometimes, I after a morning in hospital, I come home and wander around looking at the last of the flowers.
It is all a bit bleak now – garden and life, in general.
Still, Ted is always around for moral support. It’s his garden too. Therapy for us both.