In this world where we all strive to be perfect, I’m doggedly keeping one small corner of it decidedly imperfect.
I’d like to claim that it’s a carefully-crafted, imperfect-seeming yet beautiful garden, but the truth it it’s just a bit random and overgrown, with most things crammed in too close together.
I’d like to blame the weather – it gets dry here in Suffolk, except when it rains too much. But the truth is, most of the imperfection is down to operator error. Mine.
Join me in a ramble down the garden path and I’ll show you. It won’t take long; the whole garden’s only a few metres square. But it’s all mine, and it’s a haven of imperfection.