Tuesday, 3 December 2013


So we arrived back from the lovely FORDOUN pampered and rested, I then did what felt like 400 loads of muddy washing and decided to embark on the fixing up of the backyard - as one is wont to do when our muscles are nice and loose and we have a French manicure. Our poor backyard has borne the brunt of a year of building, of cement slurry, cigarette butts and a weird array of construction detritus.

So I carefully lined the base of the planter with thick plastic and then began the wonderful mystery of recreating the layers that you see in the pictures of the centre of the earth. All the wet bark that had been a Frenchie ablution went in, so did a few roof tiles and the old metal grid from the drain, two small planks and a piece of wire, two bags of hay and the rich compost that we created our very own selves in a green plastic bin. We then thanked the chili, tansy and rose geranium that contributed their green selves to a layer and freed up the cast iron bath to be Swan's summer pool. A flurry of little green praying mantises were re-homed on the Jasmine. Scott leveled the land and now we have a lovely mud bath, ready for grass, gravel and some snooty cement borders.

The bath is being collected this morning to be re-enameled on the inside, I love the rusty base so we are keeping that as it is. The lime tree will be moving to join our mini orchard down the sunny side of the house and then we will have a glorious handkerchief of grass just big enough for a picnic blanket.

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