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DRNaturegirl's avatar

Definitely fits with my philosophy of ‘life’s too short’. When my Dad was alive he was a slave to his lawn: mowing, feeding, raking; eradicating every last scrap of moss, daisy and buttercup. He was obsessed and it robbed him of both time and money. I think it stole his joy of gardening too because he was chasing an imagined perfection he was never going to achieve. When he died we couldn’t get anyone to cut the lawn for week and weeks and it grew into a beautiful patch with daisies, clover and mixed grasses. I thought it looked delightful. He would have been horrified! We sold the house with it like that, too.

Louise Branch's avatar

This approach is the main reason I subscribe to your substack, thanks for changing my thinking! This year, for the first time, I've learned to embrace our garden's wilder bits, which means I now really enjoy gardening without feeling overwhelmed by "weeds". Just one example - realising that Herb Robert actually makes nice ground cover has made my life much easier! And the bees love it

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