I’ve just finished what will probably be my last Sunday gardening of the year. The garden looks pretty empty now, well apart from the trees. 

I’ve removed all of the purple flowering plants (I’ve no idea what they’re called) that I was so fond of. I was given some when I moved here and they’ve thrived in what is a pretty shady area. 

The problem was that they grew too well, spreading beyond their allotted area. The flowers, around May, are great, but for most of the year I have to admit that they look like dock leaves. 

So I’ve reluctantly removed them. Along with the pile of rotting, weed and wood lice infested pile of wood. I know it’s supposed to be a good thing for birds, but it was a bit of an eyesore. 

Now the garden’s all sorted, I can begin to plan my winter project. A man needs a project, you know.