The trouble with inheriting a garden designer’s plot is their love of shrubs. Or I should say her love of shrubs! They just don’t work for me! Uniformity in my book is not to be desired. Mother Nature isn’t into manicured, snipped, trimmed and tortured.
We have been here ten months and up until now my small but beautifully formed garden has been very definitely in the driving seat. I’ve walked the plot, peered, pondered, scratched my head looked a lot more and until fairly recently haven’t had a clue as to the way forward. We have more balls in the garden than is seen on a stag night in Magaluf. We have box, yew and standard holly balls. Now don’t get me wrong there is nothing wrong with an artistically placed ball or
two. How many do you want or come to that need? As a consequence out go the yew balls which in my no-nothing gardening knowledge I thought grew really slowly... not these ‘little’ jobbies they have doubled in size in the time we’ve been here. I’ll say it quietly... they are for the snip in order to make way for a small greenhouse. I might allow the next two box balls to flank the greenhouse door although they might be in the way?
No worries the next two in line will step up or failing that the two after... you get my drift? As I wait for the green house to arrive I sit and plan my wildlife friendly garden. The steps up into my tiny patch of bug, bird, mammal and amphibian idyll I plan to make hedgehog friendly by putting artistically placed logs for their little legs. That way they can be my first-line slug attack. A small pond will be worked in for the frogs. This time next year our ears will be assaulted by not only the sound of the weir burbling but by the call of amorous frogs.
two. How many do you want or come to that need? As a consequence out go the yew balls which in my no-nothing gardening knowledge I thought grew really slowly... not these ‘little’ jobbies they have doubled in size in the time we’ve been here. I’ll say it quietly... they are for the snip in order to make way for a small greenhouse. I might allow the next two box balls to flank the greenhouse door although they might be in the way?
No worries the next two in line will step up or failing that the two after... you get my drift? As I wait for the green house to arrive I sit and plan my wildlife friendly garden. The steps up into my tiny patch of bug, bird, mammal and amphibian idyll I plan to make hedgehog friendly by putting artistically placed logs for their little legs. That way they can be my first-line slug attack. A small pond will be worked in for the frogs. This time next year our ears will be assaulted by not only the sound of the weir burbling but by the call of amorous frogs.
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