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Where have all the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone?

We have no garden.

That’s not quite true. Actually, we do have a garden. Normally. The problem with the garden at the moment is that our landlord’s son is busy building a nice little patio for us. Oh, and a path that goes around the house.

The locals are infamous for their thoroughness. When they do a job, they do it properly, or even more than properly. A patio is not merely a paved area outside, accessible by a door leading from the living room. A patio starts about six feet down for frost protection. And because of the risk of falling, rather than having steps down from the patio, you have to wall it in.

Yes, our patio is to be walled in on three sides (the third wall being the house itself). But not with a simple foot-high construction; it’s got to be four-and-a-half feet high, just to make the point.

In consequence, our garden is now one big hole with random walls. Well, not the whole garden, obviously; only half of it. The other half is a pile of negative hole, which is to say all the stuff that has had to be excavated for reasons of frost protection, etc.

Looks like I’ll have to wait another year before I can try out our new lawn-mower.