My garden is a mess. It was my favourite thing about this house, but we needed an extension to move in Mum. The day the build finished, my late Dh had his stroke. I spent two years looking after both Mum and DH whilst working full-time and then looking after DH and working. I never did get on top of the garden.
I lost DH during lockdown. I was pretty much pole-axed. The garden was bad enough then, but it's now a jungle.
I started on the boundaries. I've got the hedges back into shape - even got a compliment from the neighbour opposite! (I'd kept on top of the hedging, but a neighbour decided to help me one day to repay me for giving his mum a lift to a hospital and ruined the shape by undercutting them.)
I now have the hedges cut with the broadest part at the bottom and gradually tapering up. They're not perfect, but I'm happier with them.
DH had built a raised border in front of the greenhouse. It was full of ivy, brambles and weeds and the log fencing at the front has rotted. I've spent the last few days hauling up ivy, brambles etc. I'm afraid that I've also used a bit glyphosate. I'm keeping it well away from flowering plants.
The raised bed still isn't clear, but I'm getting there. I've also cleared a path round the side of the house to the back garden and I've strimmed some areas. I can only manage a bit at a time - I'm 65 with a bit of osteoarthritis in my spine and dodgy knees, so I stop when I feel the back going.
I'll get there.
There are self-seeded viola labrodorica, Welsh poppies (yellow and green) and aquilegia and a packet of love-in-the mist that I scattered last year has produced some bonny blue flowers.
The morello blossom is nearly past, but I see that cherries are setting. The crabapple blossom is also past, but the lilac blossom is ready to open.