The longer I live with my garden the more I appreciate how very important it is that I just leave it to carry on living its best life without my interference. Apart from the catmint which is a wonderful bee magnet, all the bumblebee activity is centred on the plants which have self sown and made themselves at home here. Bush vetch, red valerian and aquilegia romp around the place as if they own it and the bees flock to them. Ivy creeps around softening the bare legs of the hedge and gently enveloping my sleeping fox. The wild and rudely named stinking Iris, is far from smelly to me and is perfect in form and colour and the oxe eye daisies, bigger versions of everyone's favourite diminutive lawn weed, turn my lawn into a meadow.

My garden has a wild heart and I love it all the more for that.