Nothing but flowers

More gardening today.

After a morning of trying to teach students who wanted to be out in the sunshine (as would I), I had a quick meeting about next week's work (will be interesting) and then home.

I got home to find my darling father had managed to paint my skirting boards and handrail on the stairs (although they will need another coat) even though I hadn't left him a brush to paint with. I managed to stuff some food down my throat before my mum arrived to organise me and my garden (once she gets a bee in her bonnet, there's no stopping her). So now I have two pots planted up with the things we bought on Wednesday, an area of back garden covered by black 'lining' (to kill off the grass etc. so I can grow veggies) and a well swept 'patio' that you can walk on without turning your ankle. I'm loathe to call it a real patio as it's just the area behind the house which has been crazy-paved.

There is still a ton of weeding to be done - especially at the front of the house - but now that the bluebells are done, I have run out of excuses for avoiding it. Fifteen minutes every evening, that's my plan, to get the front weeded and then filled with fuscia bushes (I'll buy small and let them grow).