We paid up and love it. You can just make out us both in the garden, OH mowing the lawn and I'm in the back garden (my white hair is a good identifier!). It was taken just a year or two after we moved in and before we had the big garage built. It's a lovely reminder of a moment in time.
You clearly have horticultural green fingers @B3, I suspect mine are more of a pale, sickly green as I seem to have a success rate of about 0.001%, mind you I have managed to keep a cutting of cotinus which the man at the RHS said was v difficult. I am hanging on to that thought as I watch my current batch of cuttings slowly drowning in torrential rain
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Sir Terry Pratchett
Oh dear😕. I can't really offer any advice. I just poke them in a pot and keep them in the shade. If they shrivel up, which many do, I throw them on the compost.
It’s been done for years and years ... aerial photographers in light aircraft fly over villages and take photos and then sell them, nicely mounted in a frame, to the folk who live at the house. It was more successful selling to folk who had a nice house and large garden. My parents had one of the farmhouse and farmyard and meadows and ponds around the house when I was a child. They were very pleased with it. It was a way for ex RAF pilots to continue to fly and earn a living after WW2. Nothing creepy at all.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
That happened to me a few years ago. We're not that far from the local airport and l'd noticed the plane circling overhead. When the pilot turned up on the doorstep l was a bit taken aback and my first thought was "l didn't ask you to do that". It was framed, and being a soft touch l thought "Well okay, l will take the photo but l don't need the frame, l've got a drawer full of them". When l said that he got quite stroppy, to which l replied "Wait there" and went and got the photo that l'd taken from a friend's light aircraft a year or so before. He went off with a really sulky expression on his face and he'd lost the chance to at least make a fiver (l offered the same as Hosta !). I think it was the attitude that l should just pay up without question for something l hadn't asked for that got my goat.
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It was a way for ex RAF pilots to continue to fly and earn a living after WW2. Nothing creepy at all.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
He went off with a really sulky expression on his face and he'd lost the chance to at least make a fiver (l offered the same as Hosta !). I think it was the attitude that l should just pay up without question for something l hadn't asked for that got my goat.