It was sitting there waiting to be dealt with, and if we want this Dovegrey Cottage project (that's the shed by the way) to be up and running eventually we needed to pay attention to the garden sooner rather than later. So much still to be done indoors but all the 'spoil' from recent building works was starting to naturalize after only one season, but in the wrong place. This entire garden prefers to go off on a frolic of its own and revert to field given the chance, so we aim for a sort of controlled naturalisation.
Much better we decided to make a mess landscape before the garden starts to look a picture and we then can't bear to spoil it.
Plus the theory is it will then have a year to recover.
So we took a punt on the weather, assumed it would be terrible but hoped for the odd sunny day and Bookhound hired himself the ultimate boys' toys for a week... a little JCB and a dumper truck.
From where I was standing things got off to a really auspicious start...
Possibly the heaviest hailstorm we have had all winter...
And I was sighing in unison on the dry side of the Bookroom window, as we tried not to think about what the week might hold, or what sort of quagmire was in the making. As it is we have had the opposite problem, the ground so dry that when it came to the final stages with the roller we have had to do some pre-watering.
This roller proved to be quite a challenge, a mind of its own, a bit like a floor polisher but worse, if you have ever been on the end of one of those, so we have had to keep the deaf Dowager cats out of the way for fear of ...well for fear of you know...flatcats.
As you all know by now this is the 'royal' we.
I just hang out of the windows and watch in amazement, because earth in quantity looks reasonable until you start shifting it, then you realise just how much of it there is down there. And whenever Bookhound does this (because yes, this might be this garden's nth landscaping) I am equally amazed at how he has that designer's eye for how he wants it to end up, and how he gets there in the end.
The surprise is now going to be waiting to see where all the bulbs come up next year.