I’m having a moment of pure delight and self-satisfaction here.
Husband unearthed a photograph taken almost exactly five years ago. This photo shows what our garden looked like AFTER we (by ‘we’ I mean Husband) removed 30 colossal Leylandii trees and their associated thorny undergrowth, not to mention two skip loads of rubbish which had been dumped over that low wall. There was a day when I pulled out the arm of an old jumper but couldn’t pull the body of it from the compacted crap on top of it. I remember going cold all over and becoming convinced that I had actually discovered a body. Ughhh! I still shiver at the thought of it.
We couldn’t have taken a proper BEFORE photo because no-one could have reached the spot I stood on to take this photo. Actually, there was a block wall running from here to the corner of the house which Teenage Son delighted in demolishing. He was only twelve and dead chuffed to be trusted with a sledgehammer.
The poor box plant has recovered nicely, believe it or not! The Bay Tree you see there was moved to block the view of the clothes line. It’s much bigger now. Let me show you:
We were on beans-and-toast rations for months after we moved in as the colossal Leylandii’s were mere twigs compared to the size of our outstanding account at the Builder’s Providers. We gave each other trees as birthday, anniversary and Christmas presents. I sneaked perennials into the grocery trolley whenever they were on offer at Lidl. One clever, clever friend gave us sacks and sacks of daffodils bulbs. I foraged Buddleia cuttings, wild garlic and Crocosmia bulbs from the ditches. I stole a poppy seed head from the Ballymaloe Cookery School gardens (listen, I figure I’ve paid that back with all the plugs I’ve given them!). The Verbena bonariensis, the Japanese anenomes, the artichoke and the nasturtiums were all kindly donated by fellow gardeners. Teenage Daughter came home from a walk one day with a baby calendula plant that she scraped out of a crack in the footpath (I’ve trained her well!). It has since self-seeded and become a mainstay of the garden. Truly, this garden was made on a shoe-string budget…
I went outside and stood in the same spot, more or less, and took this photo:
Happy, happy, happy!
As Hannibal Smith used to say, I love it when a plan comes together.