I decided today that once this wedding is done and dusted I’m going to let the garden go fallow , natural and wild. Hmm. Probably not but just now that seems like a plan.
Good news is lots of the bedding plants and filling out. We’re still dead heading to keep the blooms at bay but that stops next week to give them a three week run to the big day, hopefully our timing is exact… And the rain hasn’t stopped us either.
Still as we’ve already agreed there will be a lot of green stuff with different structures so to the untrained eye it will probably look ok.
For the wedding planner – apparently there is one; I thought we were winging it – I climbed onto the roof and took this.
Actually it was from the attic but still. I definitely think we have reached peak lawn, it’s down hill after this.
We’ve allowed ourselves some colour.
A few dahlias – which recently I’ve taken to calling geraniums, goodness knows why. Fortunately the Textiliste realises and can interpret my ramblings.
There are daisies, some geraniums, cosmos, godetia and the occasional rose.
As usual dog sniffs out the best smells; most of his days seem to be head down. At least he’s not burning brown piss-circles into the lawn.