I think this is the first year in a while where we’ve had a proper summer. So far, anyway! And because the weather has been so nice we’ve spent loads of time out in the garden scoffing barbecue food and just soaking in the sun like the little solar powered creatures we are. When we moved in to our house three years ago, the back garden didn’t really exist – it was just a muddy slope. Three years (and a lot of hard work) later and it’s finally looking good. I mean, it’s still a work in progress, but this is the first year that a lot of the plants we put in during those early days have blossomed. It’s definitely one of my favourite places to chill – and it’s one of Bungle’s favourite places too (although he can’t really be trusted on his own out there because he likes to dig!). 🙂
Against the back fences we planted a couple of climbing roses that finally seem to be growing! You know me, I love roses, and so I definitely wanted some in my garden. Luckily our soil is perfect for growing roses in, although they’re way more upkeep than I thought they’d be; they constantly need spraying to get rid of insects and fungus, and trimming back to encourage more roses.
For my birthday last year Sunny bought me these colourful hanging pots which I absolutely love! We filled them with pansies and geraniums and it nice having a bit of extra colour on an otherwise boring brown fence. 🙂
It’s been a looooong slog, but our garden finally looks like a garden. Four months ago our back door opened out onto a very muddy slope. And when I say mud, I mean sludge. Sludgy, sticky, wellie-sucking mud. We dug at it, raked at it, rotivated it until our backs were sore… and then we kind of gave in and hired a builder to help because we didn’t really know how to tackle it in the end. But now we’ve actually got borders with flowers that actually growing (lots of Dahlia, speaking of which are you sick of my Dahlia Instagrams yet?) and a patio to sit on (when it’s not raining…).
I think my seventeen year old self would be horrified that I’ve turned into one of those garden gnomes – but I don’t care. These days, more and more, I feel like I need to be outside. There’s just something I love about walking bare-footed on grass, getting mud under my nails and watching things grow. And you know what? It’s about damn time. This time last year we were stuck inside our flat sweltering with all the windows open because we didn’t have an outdoor space. We had a great view of the Thames (The Thames! Not everyone can sing along to London Calling by The Clash and actually mean the line “I live by the river”) but, it was spoilt by fly tippers and a couple of idiots who thought it’d be a good idea to ride motorbikes up and down the footpath. Finally being able to just open the back door and step outside into a green patch that’s 100% ours (and silent!) feels pretty special.