Some time back – over four years ago, in fact, and it’s the beauty of the blog that I can work it out exactly – I was working away in the deepest corner of the garden happily planting some pulmonaria plants in an attempt to provide some spring colour. I got about half way through the job and went in with the pulmonaria plants still in one of my blue baskets I use in the garden, thinking I’d be back later to finish it off.
And then the wind got up and a tree uprooted itself in the very bit of the garden I was working in, and by the time we’d cleared the brash and everything had settled back down the moment had passed and the weeds had sprung up and, well, life happened. And I got a bit depressed about the state of that part of the garden – which was never very convincing at the best of times and has now reverted to a bit of a jungle. But then I got my magic shears and got into a hacking sort of mood and several barrow loads of weeds later I stumbled upon this remnant of a lost civilisation
As you can see, the pulmonaria is doing very nicely. And we seem to be growing a replacment tree… (several, actually, now that the weeds have been cleared)