I love getting my hands dirty and spending time in the garden BUT the garden in our new home must be some cruel cosmic joke! After spending a number of years moving from one house to another cleaning up the neglected yards it looks like I have to do it all over again. My daughter was in shock as she first set eyes on the so called garden beds… weed beds would be a more acurate term. The sheer size of the weeds are amazing, the photo above shows Claire holding a weed that actually bends over her head… it is in fact taller than me! So yet again, it’s time to pull up my sleeves and get gardening but this time I can’t use weed sprays because our guinea pigs like to munch on the grass and flat weed. It’s old fashioned weed pulling for me and for once in my life I’m thankful for a small yard!
Nee Nee as your garden is the mirror of your soul I do expect great things from you and I know your fantastic husband and loving children are looking forward with excited expectation to receiving the fruits of your labour … toil in the soil is good!
If by “the fruits of your labour” you mean flat weed and clover… then yes… great things are going on in the Houghton garden!
Weed what WEED???!!!! Isn’t that what your R’Estate ‘ASSHOLE’ said???…Yep..You CAN trust what EVER comes out of their mouth!!! Infact, I’d like to dedicate a song to ALL you R’Estate people out there in BLOG WORLD….It’s called ‘I’m an ASSHOLE’….Look it up! x
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