I’m quite excited. In January the storms came, the wind huffed and puffed and blew our fences down. State of our garden! Weirdly the neighbours have a fence backing right on to ours (still upright), and in-between there’s the original low metal fences that ran between the houses.The man of the house dismantled all the wonky panels and left all the parts, nails and all piled up just outside the back door. The weather has started to improve and I’m dying to let the kids run free out there but it’s a health hazard right now.
So we have no choice, we have to invest some money in the garden (read: empty our savings) and some men are coming next week to build new fences. In for a penny, in for a pound – I’m getting a raised bed aswell! Plans are afoot, tomatoes, lettuce and radish are first I think, with multiple beer traps. Slugs have heard how much I hate them and thus congregate annually on our lawn taunting em. Picture us now, wellies on, harmoniously and carefully spreading out seeds. No way will compost be flung across the lawn. No way no how, no siree.
Of course, I’m not the first parent to have notions about feeding their children organic-straight-from-the-garden-produce. These Crappy Parents tried it too. It can’t go any worse than that right?