Two weeks ago this part of the garden was a miserable sight. Sodden leaves hung from stems blackened with frost, carpeted underneath with a tangle of collapsed hardy geraniums. It is very tempting, isn’t it, on a fine November day, to roll your sleeves up, rock up with a barrow and a pair of shears, and cut it all down. And doesn’t it look smart afterwards? Neat hummocks of close-trimmed plants with fluffy bare soil in between. So much easier for getting bulbs into and another job ticked off before spring. Tempting though it was, I resisted....  Read more on Sue's Substack blog page