Taming the jungle

My garden closely resembled a scene from Jungle Book this morning. I am happy to report that it is now on the way to being tamed. I have had a close encounter with stinging nettle too. Not very clever at all, and my garden bin is now full. How on earth is it possible for everything to grow so fast? Like weeds? And the jasmine went beserk and tried to throttle 4 rose bushes. The lavatera completely obscured my garden seat, and the clematis decided that it would meander through my beds, instead of climbing the shed. Sigh. And did I mention the fushcia which thinks it is a tree? And the apples which are falling off the branches? The branches which are so heavy that they point down to the ground, thereby forming a barrier to the raised patio?

The squirrels have unearthed every bulb I had, and I ended up with my dustpan and brush on hands and knees trying to clean the patio. And I have not dared to go and look at the allotment yet. Apparently the courgettes are now marrows. My hanging baskets have passed the point of no return, and I think every snail in the area had a lovely summer holiday in my garden. Remind me this autumn that I really MUST dig up everything and replant and rip out and hack back......... I have been saying the same thing for 4 years. I have to reorganise it all. This is the year. I have decided.

So that was my exercise for the day. Brambles and thorny bits and lemon grass, and weeds growing through the gaps in the paving. And today was the day my sister decided to send me photos of her beautiful garden. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

This is her balcony. I can assure you that my garden looks nothing like this. Polar opposite. Ah well.... there is always next year!