What you might ask has Frankie and The Lankan got to do with gardening. Well these are the two people who are helping to make my vision become a reality. We have lived with a small front garden for many years where I have dreamed of making an urban oasis for all to enjoy and now it is finally becoming a reality. Envisaging, planting and putting the final pretty touches is definately my bag but when it comes to the hard landscaping you gotta bring in the grafters. Removing tonnes of old ’70’s concrete pathways (didn’t they learn anything from the edwardians?), digging the site and mixing and pouring a solid cement foundation upon which to lay the lovely tumbled natural stone is no easy feat. Frankie dug for England whilst the lankan pottered about and opened a tinnie. Does Frankie have any Aussie blood amongst that Armenian and Welsh coz he dug so deep I thought he was making his way down under although he assures me it was because he was a mole in his previous life (Adrian mole aged 11 and 3/4 maybe).
Some daffs, muscari and bluebells did get damaged in the making of this space (sob sob, lament) But they all remain beneath the soil and will raise their beautiful heads in next years new improved spring garden. Cheers to change things can only get better.