Ryan and I have been planning some major changes to the garden for about a year now, and this week they finally got underway when we had the fence replaced. On Monday it looked like this:
The garden was divided into three parts – the front garden, the back garden and what we laughingly call the ‘Sunset Strip’ (it faces west), an extra strip of garden to the front of the house, which was only accessible from the road. It was home to some allotment-style raised beds, and my compost heaps, but it always looked a mess and it was hard to water anything because it is a long way from the tap. Also, it is very exposed, and I don’t like gardening in public.
So I have given up trying to garden in this space, and the plan is to build a workshop on it for Ryan, but the first step in that process was to bring it inside the fence, and make it part of the back garden (and no, I don’t know why that wasn’t done originally!).
The upshot of this is that for three days this week the garden was invaded by two men replacing the fence, which I found a particularly traumatic experience as they weren’t at all careful where they put their feet. My wild garlic and a Welsh onion have been mercilessly trampled; hopefully they will bounce back, but it has put paid to any hope of a harvest any time soon.
It also meant spending a night with no fence at all, which was extremely uncomfortable, but did give us a rare view of the garden:
This photo gives a better view of the fence extension:
And this one shows the finished fence:
The fence work was all done during one of the spring storms that seem to be the latest symptom of climate chaos, and the fence people said they were very busy with emergency panel replacements elsewhere. Our fence work was planned, but apparently well-timed; at least one of the fence posts was rotten and the old fence wouldn’t have stayed up much longer. The new fence posts are concrete and should last a good long while, whatever the weather!
The eagle-eyed among you may have noticed an unfortunate side effect of the fence work – it’s now not possible to get into the Sunset Strip! The next phase of the transformation is to dismantle my Lavender shed and send it off to its new home. In the meantime, the plants and I are relieved that calm has once again descended on the garden.