Part of the garden plans involve changing two beds.
The first has, this year, been supplying us with veg as well as full of sunflowers. In an effort to lower the maintenance we decided a while ago to make this into a wild flower section, probably with some fruit trees but the area needs contouring first to ensure there are no hollows that will fill with water when that part of the garden floods (as it does).
To achieve this as well as part of the lawn autumn management, I order six tonnes of topsoil. Three of those tonnes were due to go on this bed and the triangle bed that will be a mass of colour for the wedding – again some contouring was needed.
This weekend, therefore, and in advance of the lawn works I moved three of those tonnes into heaps on the beds. We don’t want to rip out the final tomatoes or the still flowering sunflowers, but having the material in the right place will save time.
That was Saturday.
I was on a bit of a roll, so we turned our attention to the upper bed that will mostly be a new terracing, with arched frames for climbers and narrow beds for some summer colour.
We’ve been gradually clearing it, preparatory to digging and saving the well nourished soil. In a trench the pipes for the water capture will go, as will the power for the pump and the builders are due to start in the next two weeks, now the brickies have finished making the gate posts.
Hence the ‘on a roll’. having emptied three tonne sacks and having a couple of spares I thought I’d start the soil capture.
Five sacks later and we’ve a nice trench, or at least the start. It’s like an archaeological dig, really because as I dug down I hit a level of brick and paving about nine inches under the soil. We can’t be sure but we think there was once a large Victoria house here that was cleared when our house and that next door were built in the mid 1930s. This level of hardstanding is probably a residue of that building which the builders will need to break up. Hopefully it’s not a mass grave…
That still leaves two thirds of the earth to remove. Currently we’re debating where to put it. Some of it will be used around the garden but there will be surplus and I’m loath to lose it having fed it and cherished it for the last thirty years. I suppose it keeps me fit…
And then there’s dog… of course.
and a bonus Dog from a while ago…