I loved this miniature wasteland the moment I first saw it. Dog-trashed patch of lawn, a composter containing three wizened crab apples (where did they come from?),four rose bushes heavily into steroid abuse and that strange big saucer, now gone.
What wasn't there to love?
Having the freedom to do anything I want was such an aphrodisiac, but there were a couple of obstacles, like budget and muscle strength.
The latter taught me evil tricks, like inviting adult children over for a barbecue and hey, bring your shovel.
This is where I'd got by last summer.
the "saucer" corner is now used for serious composting and hanging out laundry.
I can hardly wait to see what I'll be doing out there this summer.
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