I did some more digging but I also did some pruning of the laurel. The brown bin is filling. We have lots to get rid of and the pegs are in to start our shed layout.
Lots of digging is going to be happening apparently, despite my claim that I’m too old? I think the slabs require a lot more digging until the slabs slope away from the house. We have too many flooding the garden experiences to have the slabs slope toward the house…
But it’s hard work and the grass area in front of the bedroom is obviously full of couch grass, so I am very reluctant for that to be our grass area. It’s going to need some taming!
I have the idea of using the gravel I bought randomly the other week to form the path but I am being told by hubby that it also needs digging… lalala I am not listening! It won’t need much now we have a tamper! I picked it and the crowbar up from the post office.
I have picked up six bucketloads of fallen apples. I have composted three and brown binned the rest. We have received the bill for our next year, to start in October. This includes our three months extra and we are gonna need to continue paying. Lots of talk about the Government sneaking through changes to council responsibilities but hey we are getting used to this by now.
The garden isn’t paying any attention as a week’s neglect has just seen the same old, same old – weed growth and more weed growth alongside a heavy scattering of fully plump apples. I was meant to cut the grass but apple buckets were filled instead.
And discussing the shed has meant a new site has been chosen. Still need to clear the fallen sycamore which was stored for burning. Think it is seasoned after three years? But the garden is being planned! And it is going to mean a lot of work…
That hand-held hedge trimmer got my oldest into the front and onto the front strip to help me with the hedge! Result! Came ever so quick too! Must hunt for a wheelbarrow in similar ways…
I finished cutting turf where the slabs are to go so I need sand and lime to put down. But the area is far from flat… not buying a roller! And we have soil mountains between the horse chestnut and sycamore. I nearly deadheaded the stripy rose chucking those about. The garden is being reshaped as I write, and whoever inherits it from us is also going to take a journey. (Not that I am in any hurry to shuffle off this earth place.
I am too busy shouting on social media for that. Government suddenly announced dentists can open – to the shock of said dentists – with only a matter of days notice. Seriously? Maybe my oldest can get her brace fixed… we can pick up some cakes today to celebrate! I know!
Have we ever had Halfterm without the heavens opening? It chucked it down after my trip to my favourite Woolworths replacement, looking for a wheelbarrow. Which of course hasn’t been in stock for two weeks… what was I thinking? Pandemic supplies 🥺
So I guess I need to find an alternative shuffler to move my heaviest bags of soil/clods of turf. I didn’t think that one through at all. Sand and cement will be ordered methinks, as we are not going to shift those with the tools we have… I filled the old wheelbarrow with seeds because it rusted through – again not thought through…
I am sat in the car as we followed the rules – one of us does the shopping – but he didn’t take a list so we’ll see what he saves by not getting a breakdown of meals, and I wonder how much pasta? We have plenty to be honest. The cupboard isn’t bare, but oldest has decided she likes fried eggs now so eggs are being devoured at warp speed.
Sun is out now so garden turf may still be lifted. Joys of bank holidays in lockdown.