All ready for roses

What a scorcher of a day today, Good Friday. The ground is gasping for a splash of rain. Whilst the kids played in the paddling pool (yes, in April), I finished the edging around the pergola, ready to plant my sweet peas and the roses that I grew from cuttings taken from Mum and Dad's garden. A job for tomorrow.

The fruit cage

I have been promising to post a photograph of this for some time, as it is weeks since Mab finished his masterpiece. My job for the weekend is to weed the bed and uncover some fruit plants which have fed nobody but the birds these past two years.

Dung and bark

We now have a steaming pile of cow dung and a beautifully composted pile of bark chippings thanks to the Fosters and Bastables, and Mab for collecting them and expertly manoeuvring the tractor through a hole cut in the fence at the end of our garden. This should see our garden right for a couple of years.