Ghillie Suit Gardening – Then vs NowBehold… the evolution of my garden.THEN (a few years ago, pre-No Mow May):A perfectly respectable, neat and tidy suburban garden.
A proper lawn you could actually walk on without getting lost.
Everything in its place.
A civilised space where one might sit with a cup of tea and feel like a functioning adult.
NOW (May 2026):A glorious, untamed, slightly feral wildlife sanctuary.
The lawn is now a meadow.
The plum tree has staged a full coup and is spawning an entire orchard in the wild bit.
Caroline is still refusing to grow back and is basically a tragic stump with trust issues.
There are more bird feeders than garden furniture.
Felicity treats the place like her personal spa resort.
Cyril runs a one-squirrel crime syndicate.
Barry Junior is digging exploratory holes.
And I can’t even find the original back gate anymore. 😂
I went from “nice garden” to “accidental nature reserve” without really meaning to.
The garden made its own decisions and I just… let it.And you know what?
I wouldn’t have it any other way.It’s chaotic. It’s messy. It’s full of drama, theft, and unexpected visitors.
But it’s alive. Really, properly alive.The old garden was neat.
The new garden has character.And I’ll take character over neatness any day.
A proper lawn you could actually walk on without getting lost.
Everything in its place.
A civilised space where one might sit with a cup of tea and feel like a functioning adult.
NOW (May 2026):A glorious, untamed, slightly feral wildlife sanctuary.
The lawn is now a meadow.
The plum tree has staged a full coup and is spawning an entire orchard in the wild bit.
Caroline is still refusing to grow back and is basically a tragic stump with trust issues.
There are more bird feeders than garden furniture.
Felicity treats the place like her personal spa resort.
Cyril runs a one-squirrel crime syndicate.
Barry Junior is digging exploratory holes.
And I can’t even find the original back gate anymore. 😂
I went from “nice garden” to “accidental nature reserve” without really meaning to.
The garden made its own decisions and I just… let it.And you know what?
I wouldn’t have it any other way.It’s chaotic. It’s messy. It’s full of drama, theft, and unexpected visitors.
But it’s alive. Really, properly alive.The old garden was neat.
The new garden has character.And I’ll take character over neatness any day.
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