The garden is a little careworn and unruly, but I shall only tidy what’s absolutely necessary. I have a feeling that if I start cutting things back and clearing spaces, I won’t stop and the garden will take on a bare and autumnal feeling before I’m ready to let go of the summer. August is the hardest month for me. I used to hate going on holiday at the end August as a child. Seeing the harvesting going on, the empty fields - and school looming.
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