Surely I have shared my cutting garden fantasy with you before now? It goes along with the Georgian Rectory and cherubic offspring vision, where I do a lot of wafting about and someone else is responsible for the grunt work.
But realization has dawned that in order to get to the end goal, I am going to have to overcome a few barriers. Never mind the obvious financial hurdles - the one I've chosen to tackle is my feeling of guilt over snipping blooms and foliage in my own garden.
It was reading these words over at Saidos da Concha (who I gather everyone else has been loving for ages, but I am fairly new to)
"unlike proper gardeners who can't bear to cut flowers for fear of spoiling the garden, I just can't let them die outside"
And somehow that made perfect sense to me and off I went, snipping with gay abandon.
See, I can vandalize my own borders and be okay with it. But I did have a good laugh when I read this slightly shamefaced post on Tea for Joy about using the neighbours' overhanging roses as your personal cutting patch. Because I would find that a whole lot less painful!
Perhaps my future actually involves a walled garden of the penitentiary variety.