BY the time you read this, we’ll almost be out of lockdown (hopefully)! Missing my family was the worst thing, but there has been one unexpected benefit – I have rediscovered the joy of weeding on my knees! Armed with my trusty kneeler, fork and CobraHead tool, I plug away at my borders, instinctively plucking out the weeds before they get the upper hand. I’m alone with my thoughts, and hidden from view, and there’s often soothing birdsong. After an hour or two, I find that my troubles disappear.
The late Christopher Lloyd, of Great Dixter in East Sussex, a former Amateur Gardening columnist, used to say he put the world to rights when weeding on his knees. He thought of suitable replies to criticism, or tricky family conversations, after…
