Front garden

Calling the front patch of land outside my house a garden is really using a bit of poetic licence. It's barely more than a postage stamp. But, saying that, it sorely needed attention. The wicker hanging baskets were worn out and last year's summer flowers were dead, jaded and overhanging. The side of the path had a trench dug out in preparation for widening the path, the pots were full of unattended bulbs left to dry from last year... and so on......

Soo... take one best friend, some willing children, a bit of graft and a few yards of weed fabric....

Just the Scottish pebbles to buy now to cover the fabric area, some pruning of the rose is required and let nature do its job with the bulbs and seeds the children planted in the small path border.

Planting narcissus and freesia bulbs and love in the mist seeds

Attempting to lift and separate the roots of the grass that's reshooted this year.

Oooh!!!! How did they get there?!!!!