Sunday 25th August 2019

Making grass cutting into an artform. Or a mess, depending on your point of view. 

Anyway this is an experiment, the results of which we'll not see until the spring. Unless a lawn is used as a playgrounds, in most small gardens they need to work for their money. So here is the plan. Having cut the lawn but leaving two longer circles, the inner circle has now been planted with daffodils, of all manner of shapes and sizes (we had 5 large pots of mixed narcissi from last spring which were getting in the way). Better to get them in the ground. The outer circle - so far unplanted - will be of tulips - I like the thought of bronze-red colour, though the exact variety has still to be purchased. Sadly the blog will have ended by the time they reveal themselves, but herewith, I'm recording their creation and gestation on a hot Sunday in August. 

Later, as a reward for all this planting, we did pop down to Dorset and consumed a hearty super of vegetable curry for the lady of the house and a burger of quarter pound regime for himself. Great being back on Eggardon Hill too after over a year. And the first tawny owl call of the season as the dusk settled was a bonus.