In July, I spent a day cutting back my shaggy front garden. At 10am the plants were in their full overblown end-of-season glory. The gravel path was an obstacle course and winter weeds filled any gaps.
It’s been a while since I planted small, pretty things. The toughest, most neglect-tolerant plants have taken over.
By the end of the day, the weeds were gone and the salvias, grasses, sedum, plumbago, catmint and smokebush had all received serious haircuts.