Gilding the lily
Our house has, quite literally, 360-degree views.
Sometimes I’m hard put to decide which prospect is best.
Clive’s favourite, a row of distant blue mountain peaks beyond the gulf of the olive grove, is actually my least favourite.
As I swim the length of the pool, I’m not sure which end holds more interest.
My point is this: we already had a lily, so why did I try to gild it?
We could have just had a lawn (doubtless not a very nice lawn in the hot summer) but somewhere to put deckchairs and for the dogs to play.
Why did I plant roses, lavender etc and why do I spend hours extracting thistles and bindweed?
Looking at the garden now, shining as it is after recent rain, I know why.