With a rare burst of insight, we gardened yesterday and cut the grass. I finally got round to splitting one the beautiful epimediums that Jane gave us four years ago, bringing a couple of bits closer to where we can see it when it flowers in the spring.
Today being that curious British institution, a Bank Holiday, it has pissed with rain all day. The water butt I emptied on to droopy roses yesterday is full again. I suppose a glance at the forecast would have saved me some effort, but the exercise was worth having, I guess. And yesterday's divisions and cuttings will be very well watered in.
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