the garden finished. James (and Leighton) has done a splendid job, even making the wall (I must resist calling it ‘my’ wall) look a bit old & rickety, & leaving gaps at the side of the steps to allow plants to take root. He was worried that people might think he’d done a bad job, but I said that I said I’d make sure that they knew that it was exactly as I wanted it.
Of course, as any gardener knows, a garden is never finished, & now I have to start planting. I’ve got plenty of plants waiting patiently – or not so patiently; since the weather has been a bit warmer they are bursting into leaf & eager to get going.