Saturday night live

Well technically, Saturday afternoon!

My Mum moved house in November and the garden there was stunning; tiered levels of gravel paths with mature shrub and alpine borders.

For reasons known only unto her (as most things are tbh when it comes to my Mum!) she has decided she hates it, saying it’s too much for her to keep on top of and she won’t be told otherwise.

Mr A and I have both tried telling her that it’s gorgeous; we’ve spent time, money and 8 years transforming our garden and it’s still a work in progress.

The guy she bought the house from wasn’t so hot on housekeeping (you may recall my blip about how filthy the house was) but as a landscape gardener, credit where it’s due, he did a fantastic job in the garden.
Sure, some of the shrubs in her garden need a bit of a haircut, but once done, just a trim once a year and they’d be kept in check. We even offered to do it for her.

We’ve also tried to tell her what a great selling feature it is (she’s decided she doesn’t like the house either), having a low maintenance, established garden, but no...it’s got to go.

So this week, she’s set about with a pickaxe heaven help us!, hacking the ground and shrubs to death and basically destroying years of hard work by the former owner.
Her plan is to rip everything up and replace the lovely borders with gravel and a couple of token pots with shrubs in them.

She said we could have anything we wanted so Mr A has been round today to try and salvage as many shrubs as he could. Mum basically told him to take the lot what was left anyway!, so he’s spent the afternoon rehoming them in our garden.

Unlike my Mum, Mr A loves doing stuff in the garden but does need music while he works. Today’s blip is a brief interlude that a caught through the window, complete with air guitar shovel :-D

DQ x