The rose bush has done really well this year, producing a huge number of flowers. I dead-headed it at the weekend and I am expecting a second flowering later in the year.
One of our bushes appears to have died. I gave it a good prune in October and I think that’s what went and killed it. I checked a few branches and they were bone dry. I need to check the main trunk and see if there is any life left in it or if I should bite the bullet and pull it out.
Our buddleia has grown so voraciously that it has collapsed in the windy weather we have had over the last few days. I didn’t prune it back enough in the spring.
This is my mum’s, she’s elderly and disabled, and this has just got completely overgrown and wild over the years. We need to get it sorted so she can sell up and move on to somewhere that meets her needs, but for now although it’s a headache thinking about how we get this cleared, it’s a bit of a wildlife haven. The local foxes have made their home here and I often wake up to the sight of three young fixes curled up asleep together in a hollow they’ve made in the long grass outside the window of the room I sleep in. I’ll be very sad if whoever buys this doesn’t like foxes.
It’s twice as big as you can see in the picture, it’s divided by a very wonky fence and trellis that is probably now held up by the brambles that have grown over. Haven’t even been down to look at the bottom half this year, I don’t know if it’s possible to get through now. It was a brilliant garden to grow up in, we had a swing, space to run around in, trees to climb, LOADS of places to make dens. When I was 7 I started digging a hole to make a secret underground den for me and my friends. Got about 5 cm down and decided it was going to be too much work… Story of my life really!
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