I think I may be an outsider - I have come to this conclusion because it has dawned on me (very very slowly) that I really am ignorant of gardening in the sense of true horticulture and proper husbandry of plants and beds and borders. What is even worse is the fact that I don't seem to care too much about it - obviously not enough to go and learn from the experts. I don't do lawn care, I allow invasive plants to invade and I like weeds.
What has brought on this fit of anxiety again ? Opening for the NGS.
Being in the Yellow Book meant that this year I was offered 3 free copies of 'The English Garden'. I took up the offer and now wish I hadn't. Every garden in there is perfectly presented, and each edition is full of those jobs to do for the season.
I have sown my Higgledy Garden bee friendly seed collection in my newly restored (Welsh vernacular style or cobbled together) greenhouse, and I have thinned out the weeds including creeping buttercup from my borders and beds, but not eradicated them - just managing the numbers, editing them. I want a wild tinged garden, although no 'wild garden' is truly wild if gardened.
Then I saw a feature on this London garden - and realised that perhaps I'm not such a philistine after all. Here a meadow with creeping buttercup divides up the small space.
The great thing about gardens is that they are all unique reflections of the makers, I will continue to delude myself that I am making an interesting garden - and just see what happens when the visitors come.