We’ve had sun and rain, 30C and 13C temperatures and a dialogue around my least favourite part of the garden, the upper lawn. As regular readers will now, this piece of moth eaten grazing has been a bugbear over the last few years. While the laowerr lawn, even when stressed, holds a stripe and looks pretty good the top lawn has gone from this
and then to this.
I want it gone. I want a dry garden of raised beds and tubs on hard standing small stones. I had it all planned out. This bed
is going to be paved with an arched arbour, underneath which we will run pipes from the roof drains to capture 20,000 litres of free water in a tank that will then be pumped around the garden to keep it watered.
I accepted that plan would be in two parts. This month we will have the new paving laid and spaces from the arbour supports included with the pipes laid underenath. But the arbour itself and the tank will be installed this time next year.
The delay? My son was to have been married in a delightful Oxfordshire church this weekend gone. Covid did for that plan and it will now be next year. But in postponing the event the venue has had to change. And in a sort of serendipity, that has meant the happy couple choosing our local church here in South London, with the reception and after party in our garden.
When that plan became a reality, it was immediately appent that a 20,000 litres tank that had yet to be screened fully wouldnt have added to the essential wedding ambience so I graciously sugggested the two phases.
Next up the arbour. Whatever we planned to climb up it would have had little time to get going. So to allow for extra seating, and tent like awnings the installation of the framing is to join the tank as a 2021 project.
Dear reader, I was doing fine at this point. Really. V good. Top notch. Chipper.
Yep, those calf-busters, beloved of fashion and femininity. Apparently – I’ll take everyone else’s word for it – vertiginous spikes on feet and a loose gravelly ground cover go together like toffee and onions. I was thwarted and promised no one would notice if the upper lawn looked like the 2020 or 2018 versions. I suggested that I’d notice and was told something that, hitherto hadn’t been my focus: this wedding isn’t about me.
Bit of a stunner that.
Anyhoo, here’s some August photos and Dog to cheer us all up.