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attacking children to get at their ice-creams, or raiding hand-held fish and chips, the main bone of contention (and it is very often a bone they’re contending), is that they rip open bin-bags and scatter the contents over the front lawn. It’s all very

tulips, not the shoes) but I haven’t quite got round to actually digging the holes.I don’t know why, but sometimes the ancient Lord of Procrastination overtakes my life. Almost anything - mending the lawn mower, rodding a drain or sitting on the sofa

grown hemp agrimony before, but it’s apparently a hit with butterflies, so I’m keen to give it a try.A lawn dotted with cheery crocuses in spring.A silver birch, if I have the room.The mountain cornflower, which grows so well in my mum’s garden