Noel is here again. This morning, talk has been of Richard Branson, air miles, mobile phones and a penny on your pension. The Peugeot estate has been emptied, allowing him to put more than one leaf in the back of the car. The trips to the dump (just behind Norwood Cemetery) may be more cost-efficient than I thought.
He has taken his jacket off, and Means Business. I hear the occasional thump and muttered curse ("for fuck's sake"); he is worried about dropping vegetation on my bedroom floor. I have reassured him, opened all the doors, tied the cat to the table and hidden in the sitting room, from where I am counting traffic wardens (seven so far, and they've only been at it for fifty minutes) and praying for a few more squirrel corpses before the day is out.
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Good luck with it. Hope he leaves it looking better. Hard to see from the pix what you've got there. Is that a Mahonia/Oregon Grape at the bottom, the evergreen plant? I think MM is right get some successional bulbs for the pots to brighten up Spring.
I think lawns are more bother than they're worth. I've virtually got rid of mine as I've robbed more and more for plants. Get Beth Chatto's book on dry/gravel gardeing and you'll be converted, swathes of grasses and lovely things that like drought.
I'm tempted to buy a cammouflaged monkey from the charity shop to star in a photo session ;)
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