The vaguely green-fingered thoughts of a rambling rose.


An hour's graft was all it took to lick the front garden back into shape.

I've pruned back some of the older wood on the huge lacecap hydrangea, trimmed all the herbaceous perennials, and removed all the dead leaves beneath the berginia clumps along with a great many slugs and snails hiding within...eeeuch! 

The Man That Can dug up the sambuccus nigra and verbena bonariensis that really didn't seem happy in the front garden, and replanted them in the Terrace Border. 

The little cobbles had a good weed and were swept, and the fallen leaves were collected. 

Finished off with a thick bark mulch, it's ready to face the winter.

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