Long summer evenings, light at ten pm. Scotland at its most glorious. What better to do than go out and cut the grass – or mow the lawn – but that’s always seemed a bit posh: So here is it with the trusty vintage lawnmower, and a border of autumn fruiting raspberries, with some self-seeded aquilegia and a lot of daisies, lowering the tone, while adding character. I suppose this is what I dreamed of when I bought that lawnmower all those years ago. We used to say that it was our first piece of baby equipment. Most people rush … Continue reading Lawn?