My place has a very long driveway, with a narrow border between the fence and the concrete. Until a couple of days ago this had been a rocky-bottomed skinny ditch, that, left unattended, would fill with weeds. As a welcoming garden, this was clearly unacceptable.
There was only one solution:
“I want … a … shrubbery”*
So, after months (well, nearly two years) of procrastination, I bought some soil and Dad and I filled the ditch’s 30m length. I then bought a large number of seedlings — coastal daisies, and dianthus, and impatiens, and verbena — and spent 1.5 hours last night digging 88 holes and carefully sequencing an alternating pattern of pathetically paltry plants possessing the potential to produce a plethora of petals and profusion of pollen … if they actually manage to survive the windy weather that has since been inflicted upon them.
Maybe, just maybe, in a year or so I shall have something that looks more like a shrubbery (though possibly the longest and skinniest shrubbery in the known world). [Click here to see what it looked like in ten months’ time.]
*Yes, it’s another Monty Python quote (almost).
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