There is no such thing as gardeners’ block because if you get stuck doing one job, even in the smallest garden, there are roughly 10m other jobs you can be cracking on with.
Invariably, several hours later, I stagger out of there, aching all over, scratched, bloodied, filthy and demoralised, having dug, scraped, cursed and carried myself to physical and mental exhaustion.
It’s chaos as small jobs become big jobs, tools disappear and distractions lead to furious frustration.
This from, I believe, a famous writer who was making the point that if you’ve got writers’ block, you should just go and do something else for a bit.
And this is what makes gardening either the worst thing for you if – like me – you have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), or possibly the best.
