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Hedge versus me.

Managed to finally cut the hedge tonight. Got most of the hedge’s wild-life in my hair and in other various parts of my clothing, (I’ve just pulled a spider out of my hair two hours later).


me versus hedge


Spring 2015

The hose pipe.

I count myself lucky that our children have got to the ages of 11, 6 and 4 years before they realised what would happen if they picked up the hose pipe.
Today was that day….
hose pipe

Where should I put the hedge trimmings?

hedge trimmings

A Grand Tour…

…of the garden, courtesy of big sister.

A Garden Visitor.

Hang on a minute, isn’t that the dog’s job?
And no we are not keeping it as a pet.

Let’s have a Parade!

Just add paper, a stick, a scarf, a toy dog and an assortment of willing paraders and you’re off.

Something’s eating my tomatoes.

It’s been a bad year for pests in the garden…

Water Feature.

Better than a fountain, keeps the kids entertained and the garden watered.

Wiggly Woo.

Digging for Treasure.

Well there’ll definitely have to be treasure after digging a hole that big in the garden, Bonnie.
Or maybe she’s being kind and digging a huge hole for me to hide in after the rubbish day I’ve had.

Watering Can.

I hope the plants have snorkels…


The littlest of fingers sow the littlest of seeds.
Let’s see what we get this year.

Mowing the grass.

I need a goat.

Beans, rain and money.

So glad I planted veg this year, saving me a lot of money on food.

We fight over who’s going out to pick what for tea, have a sneaky munch up the garden on a French bean or five…

Tea Break.

I think my favourite place to drink my cuppa is on our old bench at the bottom of the garden.
It’s just in front of the chicken run which is surrounded by chives, rosemary bushes and lots of humming bees.

Flowers in the Garden.

Of course, go and pick a flower Evie, just leave a few for the bees…


Get off the strawberries, they’re not ripe yet!

Digging for victory…

…for some vegetables, for treasure, for the sheer hell of it. Let’s hope we have some survivors.

Tiddle, taddle, toddle.

Gruff’s not quite walking yet. He’s taking steps here and there but not quite the toddler just yet.
At eighteen months he’s another late walker in our family but it’s not long before I say goodbye to the baby phase forever.

Lady Muck.

Ah they don’t know what they’re missing at Buckingham Palace…

Teeny Tiny Ants.

No NOT the red ones Evie…

Can I dig it?

Elbows deep, Gruff is in soil heaven.


On a sunny, warm spring day in Swansea, if you have a garden, then take off your shoes and socks and enjoy the feeling of bare feet and air before the rain comes and spoils it!

A Grassy Adventure.

Nothing like a spot of al fresco crawling, is there Gruff?

Winter Soup.

To be taken with a pinch of salt….

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