The time has come…The Walrus said….
I have to sort the back garden, once and for all. Clearly, a lawn is never going to work with three dogs hell bent on racing around, so it’s time to get rid of what’s left of it. As it’s a time of disruption, we decided to replace our flagged drive in the front garden at the same time, as weeds continually grow through the cracks.
In for a penny….and all that…
Yesterday, the boys turned up in force with a digger and an interesting variety of machines.
I had no idea how many planters, pots, bird tables, fire pits and other memorabilia I actually had until it came to moving them all. The front lawn, courtyard and borders are now dotted with endless pots and other stuff, not sure if I’ll be putting them all back, maybe it’s time for a cull.
I’m so grateful to have my little courtyard to sit in, well, I will be if it ever stops raining.
I’ve spent months digging up plants from the back garden and have removed the back pond. Some islands are staying, while new ones will be built. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve started this garden from scratch now, hopefully I’ll get it right this time.
I thought the guys would deal with one job at a time, not so, they clearly like to go for it on all fronts. You should have seen me trying to walk the dogs over that mound of soil, it’s higher than it looks and acts like sinking sand.
A sign went up offering free flags and I was delighted to see so many takers. Mainly people with allotments.
The dogs are utterly baffled, yet again! They last saw the garden like this when the huge leylandi came down, and the tree-feller destroyed the garden. Buddy has returned to daughters for a while, as he is the one to watch when gates and panels are out.
Curly is furious. After hissing and spitting at the workmen he yowled to be let in and has taken up residency in the lounge. He doesn’t take kindly to upheaval….at all!
It’s only the end of day two and already feels like a week. Of course it rained all day today so there are towels outside all doors as we have to walk through mud to go anywhere, front or back.
My next door neighbour has been a gem, her drive has provided access for the digger, supplies and entry for the workers. If she hadn’t stepped up, the front lawn and borders would have been destroyed. She can be finicky so I was amazed by her helpfulness, Stepford wives comes to mind….
I have had some bad experiences with workmen, but I tip my cap to these guys. They slog away and are totally self sufficient. They bring their own drinks and food, and go to the toilet elsewhere. I offered drinks and the use of facilities but they politely declined, we’ll sort ourselves out, they said…that HAS to be a first!!!
I overheard them laughing at my skeletons. One of them said…They must of have pissed her off big style.