I’m getting more efficient at mowing the large expanse of grass we have with the small domestic electric mower we bought with us from the previous house. Exhausted after the latest mowing session, I took a minute to have a good sit down in the middle of the lawn.
This is a treat, I don’t get to do this very often, mainly because the ground is so wet and drains so slowly that I would end up with wet pants even a week after light drizzle. When I do manage to get a cat’s eye view of the garden, I feel as though I am sat surrounded by parkland, the large swathe of sloping grass that runs from the patio, down the length of the garden to the trees at the back evoke old memories of going to parks to sit and have picnics. In my younger days I used to live minutes from a large suburban park, which is probably where this feeling comes from.
Looking towards the trees at the back shows an area that’s perfect for a woodland style garden, if only there wasn’t that eight foot pile of rubbish and several discard/compost heaps to deal with first.
I do have grand plans for the back of the garden, but that’s where the majority of the restoration work will be needed. I am generally restoring/working/gardening from the house and sweeping systematically along towards the back so it could be some time before I reach the trees. Until then I can continue to occasionally sit on the grass and simply imagine what it all might look like in years to come.