Pathways

I've built a path leading from the lawn to the summerhouse, dividing the bed for easy walking. The bricks were all in my garden already, some very old Suffolk reds, some newer, all of different sizes. The really old bricks are shallow but wide, so it was going to be difficult aligning them all one with the other. Here is the result. I must admit I'm as proud of this path as if I'd built a house, but if I'd taken more time it could have been better. Still, not bad for a first try. And probably last.

I then set about raking into some sort of order the new area created by having less grass this time around. I've saved the part nearest the summerhouse for more shrubs, but the area further away was going to be a wild flower garden. Not so sure about this now. The soil may be too rich and could encourage grasses to drown out the wild flowers. I love bare earth, but it won't stay bare once the weeds discover it. Vegetable area? Swimming pool? Tennis court? Hens? Bees? Donkey paddock? I'll cogitate a while and see what surfaces. For the record, this is the result of my labours.

Shrubs in the foreground, wild flowers beyond?

It didn't look like that this morning. Buckets and buckets and buckets of dead grass sods, big stones, weeds and twigs were heaved over the deer fence into no man's land. There are probably a lot more buried under the earth, but they can stay there. Now for planting a few hundred daffodil and crocus bulbs. Val will love helping with that on Tuesday I'm sure. Val. Val? Valllllllllllll!!!