I hear we’re set to have the driest spring since records began. Ah, so that explains why my garden is failing. Not only has the wind destroyed my delphiniums, but the roses are wilting and my hanging baskets have a sense of desert despair about them.
I never used to care about such trivialities, but now I do. I think it’s because this is the first garden I’ve had where I’ve started completely from scratch.
I’ve worked hard to curve borders and even designed the planting scheme (an erratic one, I admit).
So what if it looks like an oversize fish stranded on a beach if viewed from above?
It’s my fish and it’s dying. And it’s only May.
As much as I hate to say it, I’m now hoping for a wet summer.