So this is what happened, my garden became a wild jungle of terribleness. I have never once in my life seriously mowed the lawn. The benifit of growing up with three boys is that I was never called upon to do any kind of gardening, and I revelled in it. But now they’ve all left home and I’m the only in the house, it’s pretty much fallen on me to do it. And I hate it, so I didn’t do it, and I put off.
It wasn’t till I looked outside to see all my neighbours’ lawns so well trimmed that I realised that I had to roll up my sleeves and get things done myself. But then it rained and the gardener I hired couldn’t come around to do it, so when the sun came out I called the next best thing, my boyfriend.
Honestly, didn’t take as long as I thought it would, about an hour, tops.
Full album of pictures can be found here: