A Nose between Two Thorns
Ahh, deadheading roses, cutting back Japanese anemones, typing up heavy-headed hydrangeas, all in the dappled sun of a late October afternoon. That’s my type of gardening. For my DH, gardening is decimating hedges, hacking off overhanging branches, then, knee-deep in the wreckage, shredding every last frond and branch, and covering freshly-weeded flowerbeds with the resulting fallout all in the same day. This is hardcore to my genteel dabbling; Wickes’ builders grippa gloves to my floral Cath Kidstons. DH’s gardening usually…