Don't mention the figs

Husband: "Don't get grumpy with me because you're hot!"
"I'm not grumpy with you because I'm hot: it's because you keep telling me what to do while sitting around doing nothing!"

GrandSon3 spent three and a half hours working solidly over the weekend, sieving stones for me. He was a complete star.

Yesterday I began the final digging over and removal of any remaining roots. Husband passed on the way to his RSV jab. "You could get GrandSon2 to do that; he wants to earn money as well."
"No, it's too hard for a young lad." Much better a 73-year-old granny does it! I enjoy hard manual labour sometimes; it's satisfying. Although the time this front bit has taken me is making my enthusiasm wear a bit thin. 

Now you're probably bored with my photos of progress on the front bit but it's as much for my records as anything. Blogging is for me primarily. Although I do love comments and getting to know readers.

I have finished putting down nearly half of the first layer of stones. I needed to empty the buckets before I could do the other half. It is almost there. (I keep telling myself!)

Over the weekend I planted two hydrangeas. I'd bought them for where the bamboo used to be but decided to put them on the other bit instead. Disappointed that the one with the name Wim's Red turned out to be white, but that's fine for where I've put it now.

I wanted to dig up some day lilies and other plants that were taking over the place but I didn't want to throw them out. So . . . I transplanted to the tiny bit of earth outside our gate. And it worked!

And speaking of lilies . . .

Not to mention figs.