The fence is finished, praise be. Three trips to the tip saw off the worst of the rubbish. I hammered in the last nails as the sun did its february plummet for the horizon. Most of the garden didn't thaw all day. I was shaking the cold out of my hands as we ran in. Despite the cold, it was the first serious gardening weekend of the year. We scraped the winter accretion of trash from the front garden (including an empty chewing tobacco/betel nut pouch, almost empty bacardi breezer bottle with a straw, and an empty condom packet (blueberry flavour) among the more mundane items) trimmed off a lot of dead growth and even did a bit of weeding.
Dan and Deidre's new place is one of those surreal pockets of loveliness our area sprouts here and there. Top flat, Hemingway House(!) in a square called silky-something with palms and a fountain. Lovely views, even at night. It's going to be the venue for viewing fireworks, I think.
