My garden is a glorious cottagey tangle of foliage and flowers. It does not just happen; it requires careful plant selection and regular pottering/deadheading/snipping back. But it is my pride and joy, my main creative outlet and, at this time of year, is looking to my eyes, quite breathtaking.
So far this week, various friends and family, none of whom know anything about gardening beyond occasionally planting assorted garish bedding in regimented rows, have commented;
"Of course your sort of garden is just low maintenance, for people who don't like gardening."
"It needs a good hacking back and clearing out doesn't it?"
"Well it's a bit of a jungle, you can't even see any soil."



Obviously everyone is entitled to an opinion, but I would never be so rude as to criticise their pathetic gardening by numbers efforts.