The beds around the outside loo have been jam packed full of plants grown from seed in the greenhouse and some donated from neighbours. It's a long way from the vision in terms of the colours and plants I have in mind for this patch, but it's been wonderful to have flowers blooming in the garden at last. A joyous feeling.
After just one morning let loose in our garden, Gilbert had made huge progress in preparing the way for the shed. The timetable is a little tight as the builder is coming in just a few weeks to start the foundations, and we need to empty and demolish our outbuilding in super fast time.
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.
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.
