I could say it's because of those big spiders we have seen everywhere, and the toads that like to startle me. I don't want to get all caught up in webs as I crawl around on me knees pulling out the weeds.
I don't want toads hopping around my toes.
I could blame our busy schedules.
Or maybe it's that time of year, the post summer blues... and the passion wanes for a while as the plants and gardeners try to adjust to the new season; the new start.
Some of the cornflowers are still going strong.
Collecting the seeds from the Poppies and Nigellas.
This lovely, unplanned Crocosmia Lucifer has just gone over, but it was a welcome site in a garden full of faded colours. (No filters or edits on this baby)
These thorny vines hung down from the overgrown hedge. All the way down to the ground at kiddy height. ( Since these shots were taken, we have finally tackled the hedge for this year.)
A rather pristine looking Primrose,surrounded, yet not smothered by weeds and the mini time team diggers.
I know it's bad, but this weed thing twists and turns so gracefully as it takes over. I haven't sorted it out yet, but I know that it will be most satisfying to pull out.
And I suppose that is the good thing about letting things get out of control. When I finally get to work on it, a little, will make a big difference.