Meadow making

"Babe, your front garden looks like no-one's lived here for a year-and-a-half, and the estate agent's just come round and cut the whole thing down so they can try to rent it out again."

My meadow in all its June glory

It’s meadow-making season. Or, rather, it’s meadow-destroying-for-the-sake-of-next-year’s-meadow season, which finds me urging the frogs and the bees and the butterflie…