Last year, I decided that the pocket handkerchief sized lawn at the front of the house needed to be divested of its weeds, so I duly bought weedkiller and applied it. Unfortunately, no-one had told the lawn that the weeds should die and the grass survive, and we ended up with rampant dandelions and fast- expiring grass.
Which means that if we are to be able to hold our heads up in the neighbourhood at all, the time is fast approaching when an overhaul is needed. So what shall we have?
New lawn? Possibly but Keith isn't that keen on lawns unless they are concrete and painted green.
How about pea gravel then?
And a few tubs of shrubs artistically arranged.
We could have a stream.
And a fountain.
Or a waterfall.
And we have to have gnomes.
With fishing rods, fishing in the stream.
Or shooting the rapids down the waterfall...
See what happens when you use your inagination?
Yep, you give up and decide to leave it another year!
5 comments:
I must admit I love my little pocket sized handkerchief of lawn and garden. The photo of the gnomes made me laugh however...so kitsch and twee!
omg I just used the word twee...I am officially old.
They look very happy chappies.
Awwwww, they are the cutest gnomes i've ever seen :o)
Naughty girl. They are not gnomes, but vertically challenged people. The P.C. police will be after you:)
Whatever they are, Krip, I will not be having any in my garden - trust me! :)
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