We have a garden full of landscape gardeners today, along with a plethora of tools and chainsaws. It's that day in the year when the team from La Griffe Verte come in to prune the trees, rake away all the leaves and chop back the Banksia rose that irritates the fuel delivery man. (It scratches the top of his ancient petrol lorry)
By the time they leave the mico-coulier will have had a haircut of at least a third. That should please guests booked into the Orange bedroom who will find their mornings heralded by glorious sunshine and slightly less birdsong, we hope. The sparrows took up residence in it last year and produced a deafening dawn chorus all summer. Mercifully no one complained.
As a bonus of having the gardeners in, I get to have my lovely nephew, Josh, working here. He's now a fully qualified paysagiste and is studying for his Professional Baccalaureat.
I love it when the garden has a real tidy-up. It feels as though summer is not so very far away. Today it is clear and sunny and not at all cold. Tomorrow I have to go to Suffolk in the UK where I fear it will be as cold, wet and windy as forecast. Thankfully I'll be back by next weekend.
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