I first started to write about “My Garden Age” in 2011 and I have periodically returned to the theme over the years since. In so many ways it’s an allegory of my life. So now I reflect on it again at 77.

The garden is a lot older than I am and will still be there long after I am gone. I can only hope to leave it in as good or preferably a better place than when I first came to it in 1979. Where did those 45 years go?????
The garden grows faster and I grow slower. The power of nature verses the power of man.

But good things demand endless effort, there is a reminder each day of things to do :—
- Weed the path
- Empty pots of flowered bulbs
- Plant the next pots of bulbs
- Compost the dead leaves
- Cut back the ivy before it gets into the gutters
- Dead head the roses
- Edge the lawns and cut the grass
- Pull up “mind your own business” before it gets everywhere
- Deadhead the daffodils
- Fit bamboo supports to the foxgloves and hollyhocks
- Prune the apple trees
- Dig out the dandelions
- Sow vegetable seeds
- Weed the pots
- Lift forget-me-nots before they go to seed
- Pot on pot bound plants
- Water the pots and the newly planted seeds
- Trim the hedge
- Kill the moss on the paths
- Mulch around the roses
- Tie back the raspberry canes
- Pull up the bindweed before it smothers everything
- Dig up the buttercups before they take over every spare space
- Carefully pull up the stinging nettles
AND ALL THAT IS BEFORE I PLANT ANY NEW PLANTS !!!!
There are so many things to do —- where do you start?
It only matters that you do start. Every long journey starts with a small step.
The Last Laugh Looney Party is in a political garden with a great many things to do. They just need to take the first step 🤡











