I have a little garden on one sdie of the door, and the patio on the other. I've just this week weeded all the small weeds that keep pushing through the stones on my rock garden.
Then along comes Landlady's Grandson with his industrial-sized strimmer, goggles and earphones to be worn at all times.
He mostly leaves our lawns alone, but two or three times each summer he decides to strim away every blade of grass that dare show it's face, right up and over my garden.
Result ...... soil that I have just weeded literally covered in dry grass. Plants cut down. Grass all over the path and in the house. Completely uneccessary.
|This rose was surrounded by soil|
|That's a wallflower|
This is a fig tree my mum gave me last time I visited, so it's travelled from Leicestershire down to the IOW in my car. The stones were also hidden beneath dry grass, and after painstakingly removing it all I added a spare length of wooden border, in the hope that it might offer some protection from the next onslaught.
Of course, all of this was done while we were out for the evening, so we returned late last night to a houseful of terrified cats.
On a lighter note, this hollyhock has appeared in my camelia pot.
My favourite place to sit. The table is a nice, solid pine kitchen table I got cheap from a second hand shop.
The honeysuckle smells so nice on a summer evening.
Well, I've finished my long, long week at work ( two 13 hour days & four 8 hour days in a row) and now I have a few days off I booked last minute. I have no plans......just going to relax, read and generally potter about.