The champion weeder was due back at the garden today after absence due to the corona virus. Maybe that’s why I noticed the daisies, turning their golden eyes to the sun. In the event, he found plenty to do in another corner, so they live to smile another day!
If you care to return to old posts – Si Vis Pacem Pare Hortum and Willow, willow willow, you’ll find the day four years ago that I rescued this bench from being demolished by a willow tree falling across it.
The bench would be sittable-on, were it not for the weeds, and the willow is doing its job as part of an informal hedge. A change of crop in the field beyond, and fewer rainstorms, may both have contributed to its not being further undermined, but those vertical shoots are still vertical and almost thick enough to become fence posts if needed.
A good spot to curl up with a book, especially if you bring a scythe along with you!
And a job well done, if I say so myself.
Will Turnstone 