We've had a great week and a half, and today was another gorgeous day where we achieved a lot; really glad we decided to stay home & tackle the garden at Brookside, rather than heading to France - we'd only have been fretting, I suspect. A change is as good as a rest, so they say, and it's all undergone quite a change.
We carried on hacking at the undergrowth [overgrowth?]. I resumed pulling out the brambles by the fallen limbs of the conifer nearest the outbuilding, whilst David strimmed [strum?] the edge between 'lawn' and brambles; it's easier to remove the prickly bits if they're not tangled up in the long grass.
I was enjoying the heady smell of 2-stroke mix - which took me back to the last time I lived in a place with a 'proper' garden, and helped Dad out by mowing the lawns/orchard [so about 30 years!] - when the pull-cord to start the machine went phut [or maybe splat, who knows?].
After an abortive trip to the nearest Wyevale [not really a garden centre stock item, we suspect], David started tidying up all the previous cuttings and I carried on wielding the loppers and shears. Having cleared all round the fallen conifer, I began inching closer to the outbuilding; the other fallen Leylandii limb is resting very close to (and above) the edge of the roof, and seems to be held up by oak branches, so I decided to wait till Adam is felling the rest of the trees and ask him to remove that branch safely.
I did make it to the outbuilding, but not as much is visible as I'd hoped for.
I felt the need to make a difference, so sawed off the fallen willow trunks [another conifer; another fallen limb causing damage]; the garden is really starting to 'get' bigger!
We are so fortunate, and thankful, to be getting on top of our lovely home and garden.
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