At the moment I am at war. It's not pretty. This morning I suffered my first injury. But I'll be back tomorrow to continue my advance.
6 or 7 weeks ago I began the long journey to getting my front garden from work site to garden. I planted 35 baby rose bushes with the intention of them becoming a hedge in a year or three. Then we got sick. I mean, all my girls and me. Really sick. Influenza. It was unpleasant and has taken until now for us to all be over it.
During that time we have had a smidgen of rain, the roses got a bit of water from a hose if Mr E or I remembered, and it has become spring. Beautiful, sunny warm days and the nights are warming up too.
Being a pretend gardener [I'm VERY new to all this] I had thought I would come back and mulch my new babies in the school holidays which is now, and all would be well, no weeds, no problems.
2 days ago