This is what I have awaiting me now. Wild blackberries have established themselves in my flower bed, completely obscuring the perennials. I am not looking forward to this as they are nasty thorny and the mosquitos like to dwell in all that bramble. Mark has suggested I just let it go and he may have a point. Sometimes nature is more determined than I.
This is an old bed which I replanted last year. It had died out from neglect and time. The old rose bushes are all that remain of its former self. I am an iris grower, so I have a constant source of transplants. The yellow iris and the daylily came with me from Saint Paul. Both were at the house when we bought it, so the plants have been around awhile and travelled with us to the country.
It's amazing how quickly a new flower bed can establish. Next year this will be full. Anyway, I am in the garden for an undetermined amount of time. The days have been long and I am not what I used to be. I wear out. As spry as I may appear to be, I still get tired and sore. Wonder Woman is becoming slightly tarnished.
So my absence from your blogs has everything to do with my tired old self not having the energy in the evening nor the time throughout the day. The sapping of energy is the worst thing aging does to us. If only I could put those needy horses on hold for a little while I might have some time, but twenty-four beasties will not be ignored!
We'll see if I woman up and tackle all of that thorny bramble or if I allow nature to have her way. I would say the odds are fifty/fifty. See you when I emerge.