All wild and woolly and overgrown with higgeldy piggeldy fruit and flowerbeds spilling out onto random paths. This was how the garden looked when we first moved in. Before the diggers followed and the old pine tree, with the bed of needles and little pink cyclamen growing underneath was cut down because the surveyor told us the drains had to be repaired...
However much we pleaded we were told that things really had to go. We consoled ourselves that at least we could plan a new garden. It could be exactly the way wanted...Everything would be either beautiful or useful...If not both. A William Morris garden.
So things were knocked down...
then built up again.
24th Jan 2015
Ahmad and I put together the chicken house kit that I'd surprised him with.
A friend removed the rotten fence panels that were falling down, replacing them with new ones with trellis attached. They will age and go silvery grey and give us more privacy and support climbing honeysuckle for syrup, and vines for Persian verjuice.
Ahmad restored some of the old stone patio.
The friend laid a path foundation and re-dug the flower beds
...laid the new red brick path that curls it's way around the shrubs, and built two raised wooden vegetable beds at the end of the garden.
13th April 2015
The lawn was laid and wood store built. We filled it with wood and I started to plant the herb and herbacious garden by the kitchen window using traditional cottage garden method of mixing edible and non edible plants. Somethings that we'd managed to rescue, some donated by neighbours others that we chose specially, or new-home gifts.
13th april 2015
I planted up the vegetable beds.
...and painted the old garden furniture...
and finally the shed that we'll eventually stain a more subtle colour maybe to match the chicken house. We'll us it for garden furniture and tools, Ahmad's wine and pickling and a bit of potting...and maybe hiding away sometimes.
...and we planted more shrubs for the bees and little fruit trees and it didn't rain so we watered, and watered, and sometimes fed our baby plants with organic seaweed food; and gradually our garden is coming back. A different one, a bit more tidy but I'm sure that before we know it will be higgedly piggedly and rambling all over again. It's not surprising I had to stopped myself mid-sentence...
"When the baby carrots are born shall we...."