Amalee Issa has given me a dig in the ribs today. Not a word, not a single word, have I written here in six months – or is it more? – she says.
I have an excuse: I am in the thick of it with not just one, but two books. So instead of writing anything pithy – since I haven’t really got time – I will just add a couple more pictures of my garden. Sorry.
The new stepping-stone path (replacing a swathe of hard-pressed lawn between a border and a central bed) has worked out even better than I hoped.
It has made it possible to walk, effectively, right through the middle of a border that now feels realy chunky – with thyme, camomile and other tiddlers creeping happily between the stones. Loadsaflowers at really close quarters. Lovely.