Deferred

I planned to walk across the fields to the Framlingham Horse Show this afternoon, held in the castle grounds every year, but you know how it is: I got carried away titivating the garden. I was so close to being able to sit back and regard it admiringly that I decided to press on, and am I glad I did! It's not yet a year since the team came in to level the ground and lay the lawn, though I'd been clearing the space before that. I collected and moved a million stones, a thousand dried up old donkey poos lurking in the hedgerow, yards and yards of brambles. And now this. I'm very proud of my efforts. Not there yet but well on the way. Here's a picture taken after I mowed the lawn. Thanks to the ministrations of Green Thumb it has recovered from Did's massacre.

I finished creating the path down the side, taking the bark from the shrub bed where it never really looked very good and moving it here. It may be a bugger to keep clear once the leaves start to fall, but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. And there have been casualties. The lawn mower somehow managed to sweep a dahlia in its path, sheering it right off at the base. It was a big one too, well developed and flowersome. Such a shame.

Once the sun had set over the yard arm, 5.27pm I noticed with alarm, I opened a bottle of Provencale rose (I can't find the acute accent) and settled in my sun lounger to appraise my work. My but it feels good to have created this. Just the area at the bottom of the garden and around the pond to do now. Cheers!

Not too bad looking lawn

Newly dressed path

The bed minus the bark again