A few weeks ago, my parents dispatched me back home with a dozen large paving slabs for Jurassic Park. On Friday I decided I would finally do something with it, by making myself a patio.
Now, living in rented accommodation and all, and with only a patch of ground in the communal garden, I couldn't really do a proper paving job, so it was down to a few bags of sharp sand and a heavy Hubster to jump up and down.
I have some wobbly slabs, but they're much more stable to put the table and chairs on than the gravel was. And weirdly enough it now seems that there's more space - I haven't removed any plants but there's more room to get around the table and chairs and even a bit of space for more plants. How on earth did that happen?
After a pretty decent summer in Jurassic Park where all I needed to do was to relax and enjoy being in the garden, the jobs have picked up a bit. The Metasequoia is starting to change colour (and my coffee tree and tulip tree are already naked and twig-like), and you can see I have a new Magnolia grandiflora to plant up!
It's difficult not to start feeling some degree of melancholy (not least because October ended with sunshine, light winds and mild temperatures, giving way to a squally November that does not inspire the act of gardening) - some of my ferns are starting to die back already, my deciduous trees will soon be nothing but twigs, and I am already fighting a losing battle against maple leaves. So I will be looking for ways to brighten up the garden over the winter, to encourage me and Hubster to sit out, perhaps lit by torches and fairy lights, with large steaming mugs of hot chocolate...
Now, living in rented accommodation and all, and with only a patch of ground in the communal garden, I couldn't really do a proper paving job, so it was down to a few bags of sharp sand and a heavy Hubster to jump up and down.
I have some wobbly slabs, but they're much more stable to put the table and chairs on than the gravel was. And weirdly enough it now seems that there's more space - I haven't removed any plants but there's more room to get around the table and chairs and even a bit of space for more plants. How on earth did that happen?
After a pretty decent summer in Jurassic Park where all I needed to do was to relax and enjoy being in the garden, the jobs have picked up a bit. The Metasequoia is starting to change colour (and my coffee tree and tulip tree are already naked and twig-like), and you can see I have a new Magnolia grandiflora to plant up!
It's difficult not to start feeling some degree of melancholy (not least because October ended with sunshine, light winds and mild temperatures, giving way to a squally November that does not inspire the act of gardening) - some of my ferns are starting to die back already, my deciduous trees will soon be nothing but twigs, and I am already fighting a losing battle against maple leaves. So I will be looking for ways to brighten up the garden over the winter, to encourage me and Hubster to sit out, perhaps lit by torches and fairy lights, with large steaming mugs of hot chocolate...
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