The sun has been shining for three days. Three whole days, that's unheard of in these parts. So I have spent three whole days doing nothing but garden fire-fighting: weeding, and digging up all the dead plants. Now I have an awful lot of space to fill and I'm going to try to fill it with things that won't die this time. I'd really like to have a garden in which things just come up year after year, but I have a garden that kills plants. The only things that survive do so because they are in pots. I don't know what I do wrong when it comes to planting things in the ground but the only thing that thrives in my soil is ground elder. I can't even grow dandelions, and I would love to be able to as the tortoise loves them. I look over the fence at my neighbour's garden and go puce with envy at all her canary coloured mop-head danders.
So now I'm free, the work is in and I'll have to wait to find out if it was any good. At the moment I don't really care, I'm just so glad to be done with it, and the sun is shining. Tomorrow, instead of slaving away at my computer trying to excavate my mind for the perfect line to convey some abstract notion, I will treat myself to a bag of topsoil and a few seeds. And if it rains I'll bake a cake instead. That's freedom.
Next week I'll have to get back to writing so here's hoping it rains.