My father, John Adams, was a wonderful gardener, but sadly died 9 years ago at the age of 64. On his last day he spent over eight hours in his garden. Not a bad way to go.
The garden has been kept tidy since then but has not had the same effort, love and care lavished on it. Nature is trying to take over again.
For example, this Belfast sink was planted by Dad with a series of perennials and annuals. Now the perennials have taken over and have reverted to type.
His shed is still in the same condition as he left it. My garage (i.e. large garden shed) looks much the same, maybe it’s genetic!
I often wish he was still around to share gardening tips and stories.
More pictures are in my Neglected Garden set on Flickr.
It’s sad isn’t it? Rog will be touched.
(caitlin here)
So do I.