“We haven’t got a project”, said Sandie, “we need to clear out some of the overgrown beds”. Fair enough, so we got on with it.
We now have two beds to play with. The overgrowth is Ivy, grass, and assorted weeds that spread along the surface making an in-penetrable mat, suffocating anything that is impertinent enough to want to grow.
Now we’ll have to wait for the Spring to see the fruits.
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