15/07/2026
You’ll never get this July back.
Nobody, on their deathbed, remembers the Saturday they spent edging the lawn.
But they remember the barbecue. The kids on the trampoline. The neighbour who came over for “just one drink” and stayed till eleven.
Summer in this country is short and it does not wait for you to finish mowing. Every hour spent maintaining is an hour not in the garden.