I am glad we have seasons; the troughs and peaks of the year keep us alert, continually adjusting to the differing needs of the garden as the weeks rush by. In the winter as the inhabitants sleep, or at least have a good snooze, we can dive in and have a good rummage before it awakens with renewed energy in the spring, enlivening us with its zeal. Throughout the summer it is a case of damage limitation, too late for drastic change instead we indulge ourselves with cosmetic faffing. Then the shut down begins again, planning recommences and the circle is complete. Admittedly our seasons are not as pronounced as some, more of a gentle meld from quite cool to quite warm than the massive shift from blistering heat to jaw aching cold that some encounter yearly. However I am still pleased for our small contrast, however minor it might be.
The above photo was taken yesterday but could have easily been on one of our wilder spring, summer or autumn days.