I've generally been quite keen in the past - even took 12 months worth of photos back in 2009. It's a tiny plot, doesn't take a lot of effort to turn it into something pretty in a high-walled, Victorian sort of way. But this year I'm not allowed to water it, have acquired two mogs that will dig holes in everything (and shit in them) and haven't been able to get near it until this weekend, on account of the drought being characterised by local flooding. At least the tide of plastic kiddy-crap seems to be abating.
But I finally managed to cut the lawn (twice), cut back a ton of ivy and wave a hedge-trimmer around in what felt like a meaningful way this weekend. And now I think I'll have to carry on doing stuff. It's just too therapeutic.