In May, garden lovers make pilgrimages to Hidcote, the magnificent garden estate in the Cotswolds. But not this year. None will stroll along the Long Walk or take note of a particular variety of peony blooming in a border. This spring, the gardens are there for only the wildlife to enjoy. While I dig the crabgrass out from among my bloomed-out patch of daffodils, I will imagine wandering from leafy garden room to garden room. In my mind, the lilacs are in bloom and it’s always sunny enough to tell the time on the White Garden's sundial.