I no longer notice the noise from the main road... I thought I'd hate it, and for a while I did, but not any more. I swear the birds sing louder to compensate!
When I was a kid we lived under the flight path of Renfrew airport. Every morning, at 11-25am, a BEA Vanguard from Heathrow flew over our house. Then they closed Renfrew and opened a new Airport at Abbotsinch. No more fly overs. It took my mum years to adjust. She hadn't realised how much the plane noise had affected her sub conscious in that she new she'd need to hang out the washing or go shopping. It was her reminder. Funny the things you don't notice till they've gone. I certainly didn't notice this when I bought the house.... 5 tons of builders rubble buried under the lawn and that's just what came out of making this border... It went down 6 feet. I'm always interested when people post pictures of their new build lawns here. Who knows what lurks.........
A few horrors unearthed here under the chest-high brambles and weeds, like asbestos roofing panels, rolls of jagged chicken wire and general rubbish. Having managed to tame a fair bit of wilderness with a brush cutter, some great discoveries - beautiful old terracotta chicken feeders, a battered table now renovated and taking pride of place on the terrace, stone terraces and best of all, now the ground is cleared, lots of wildflowers and orchids finally able to raise their heads above ground. We are still trying to trace buried electric cable and water pipes linking to the outbuildings. Narrowly escaped severing an electric cable whilst digging a new bed.
Mountainous Northern Catalunya, Spain. Hot summers, cold winters.
I inherited a pergola with nothing around it. Planted roses on the outside and the following year decided to plant clematis on the inside of the legs, bought a clematis ready, started to dig only to find the concrete base went from leg to leg and across the path between. Had to find a new home for the clematis. 🙄
Although not in my actual garden but the view from an upstairs window at my old house. The view was originally (when we first moved in) of the towns main car park and the start of a horrendous roundabout system,later the car park had an 11 screen cinema complex and large Pizza Hut built on it.It was just the other side of the River Medina and was an awful view but there were some lovely trees on the far bank including a magnificent flowering cherry which was breathtaking in the spring.Over time I blanked out all the 'bad' bits and could only see the trees!
“Every day is ordinary, until it isn't.” - Bernard Cornwell-Death of Kings
Digging planting holes for fruit bushes in a border at my new home, I kept hitting something hard. Thinking it was just a stone, I moved the fork a few inches and tried again. No good, it must be something bigger. Shovelled away soil, I was hitting the metal cover of a drainage inspection chamber. Now that strikes me as a dumb place to lay a border.
It occurred to me that it might have been done deliberately to hide something sinister, so I got my OH to help me lift it, but there was nothing there. And I wasn't being paranoid: my parents' first house had guns hidden under the floorboards!
When we we moved into our house we had what we thought was a rockery at the end of the garden, when we came to dig it we stuck the fork in only to find it was a huge pile of black bin bags full of rubbish!
In a world where you can be anything, always be kind.
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The view was originally (when we first moved in) of the towns main car park and the start of a horrendous roundabout system,later the car park had an 11 screen cinema complex and large Pizza Hut built on it.It was just the other side of the River Medina and was an awful view but there were some lovely trees on the far bank including a magnificent flowering cherry which was breathtaking in the spring.Over time I blanked out all the 'bad' bits and could only see the trees!
It occurred to me that it might have been done deliberately to hide something sinister, so I got my OH to help me lift it, but there was nothing there. And I wasn't being paranoid: my parents' first house had guns hidden under the floorboards!