Actually strimmed

Well thank goodness I have actually done what I promised to do. A pristine garden at last. And it only took the whole afternoon.

Here is the east garden in all its bald glory: the best of the wildflowers were over, and only the cow parsley remained. I managed to save quite a few of the tallest willowy plants to put into a vase, but otherwise it was out with the engine and on with the destructo-strimming.

Well, I did start with a warm up strim of the bank beside the road. Such a volume of dry crackly plant material. It came off in lumps. And so pleasing to have this much future mulch. I have stored some above Andrew’s honesty field, and added more to the top compost bin up near the edge of the forest.

Something wonky with my pictures in this post I’m afraid. But I shall push on regardless. I realise that I didn’t take a photograph of the finished Mirabelle bed with all the grasses and the euphorbias. And all the mulch. You can’t see the euphorbias, but they are in there somewhere, believe me.