Much as I love gardening with my daughter in tow, the time I catch out there after she’s in bed on summer evenings is very precious.
If I’m lucky, I get an hour or so of weeding, deadheading, watering or whatever jobs need doing. Totally uninterrupted.
The garden takes on a whole new personality in the half-light.
Some flowers seem disembodied from their plants – beacons to passing moths.
The borders are less defined; everything is a bit blurred about the edges.
But it has its own quiet beauty.
This week M asked me what ‘blissful’ means. I think pottering in the garden with the bats is as close as you can get.
Tonight I tried to capture it on film. These pics were taken around 9pm, just before the garden descended into darkness.