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sessifetTrimmed the front and back hedges. Sudden bramble attacks are not fun!
Excavated a bunch of edging stones and got rid of as many roots as possible in the area that will become The First and Future Bed. This leaves only one final part (close to the hedge) to clear.
Cleared another square metre or two of pebbles. This and the grubbing around in the First and Future Bed disturbed only a few earthworms and pill bugs and centipedes. There's nowhere near enough creepy-crawlies in the ground. This is not good. :/
I did make next door's dogs yodel and bark when I screamed and flailed inadvertently on encountering the first inch long yellow centipede while grubbing around in the pebbles. Man, those things move fast.
I made pie with the leftovers of the roast dinner we had Saturday and it was nom. (Gods, I have become domestic.)
And a robin visited the garden! I know robins are hardly the rarest birds on this planet, but this one landed on the edge of my weeding bin (I use an old plastic waste bin to chuck weeds in while in the garden)
and was less than a foot away from me. He didn't fly away when I sat up; I suspect because there were interesting wriggling bits in the bin. It was brilliant.
Excavated a bunch of edging stones and got rid of as many roots as possible in the area that will become The First and Future Bed. This leaves only one final part (close to the hedge) to clear.
Cleared another square metre or two of pebbles. This and the grubbing around in the First and Future Bed disturbed only a few earthworms and pill bugs and centipedes. There's nowhere near enough creepy-crawlies in the ground. This is not good. :/
I did make next door's dogs yodel and bark when I screamed and flailed inadvertently on encountering the first inch long yellow centipede while grubbing around in the pebbles. Man, those things move fast.
I made pie with the leftovers of the roast dinner we had Saturday and it was nom. (Gods, I have become domestic.)
And a robin visited the garden! I know robins are hardly the rarest birds on this planet, but this one landed on the edge of my weeding bin (I use an old plastic waste bin to chuck weeds in while in the garden)
and was less than a foot away from me. He didn't fly away when I sat up; I suspect because there were interesting wriggling bits in the bin. It was brilliant.
