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Don't you just love it when...?
Somebody knocked at my door to ask about a plant in the front garden. It gave me great pleasure to tell him about it.
Don't ever be too shy to knock and ask.
Don't ever be too shy to knock and ask.
In London. Keen but lazy.
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On the plus side- since I have to keep cutting back the hideous pink Spirea beside the steps so that folk can get to the door, the Pieris next to it will soon smother it completely.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
saved putting them in the compost bin.
In Belgium, half our plot was across the road - paddock and former farmhouse veg plot. When we arrived the "garden" was still former cow pasture so I planted my Worcesterberries and Scottish blackcurrants and raspberries in the old veg plot. Imagine my surprise one day to find a woman who'd just collecetd her two granddaughters from the riding school using their riding hats to hold my raspberries, munching as they picked!
I went over and said I was really pleased she liked my superior Scottish raspberries but she be sure to leave some for us. She said she thought they were wild - yeah, behind a fence and staked and tied in.