As a nation we have always been interested in the weather I think. And it is certainly never the right weather as far as I can make out. It is alright for some but never for all. We have either had too much rain, too little rain, the wind has slaughtered our delphiniums, a late frost has caught our newly put out bedding plants. That's gardening life for you. Some folk are philosophical about it all, some are almost neurotic - rushing out in the early evening to drape fleece around tender plants. And as for lawns - do you like yours like a bowling green - weedless, mossless, deep green, mowed in stripes - or are you content as long as it doesn't get too long?
My first husband was a keen gardener and really enjoyed his time creating a garden whether it was growing a greenhouse full of tomatoes or nurturing delphiniums grown from seed (and that was a job and a half, I can tell you). As for the Farmer - time was of the essence and after a long day being out in the open and being on the land (which is of course precisely what gardening is) he really only did what was necessary to keep things tidy. As I aged I could do less and less although I have always loved it too. Now I am lucky enough to have D who mows, weeds, sprays and does anything else that needs doing. Any bits on the flat, like my new long border, I am really enjoying looking after (photographs when there is anything to show for my work).
Looking at 'gardens' like Chatsworth (where there is an RHS Show which finishes today) , lovely as it all is with its long vistas of perfect lawn leading to fountains and lakes and specimen trees - and a team of gardeners to keep it all pristine - I don't envy them one bit of it - any more than I envy them the huge house, beautiful as it is. Give me my little abode, its little garden just right for pottering and just a sitting room for sitting in, a kitchen for cooking, a bathroom for ablutions and a bedroom for a good night's sleep and plenty of windows to look out on my pocket sized garden and I am happy.