Off we went about midday to repair a rather untidy garden. It's the usual story, the husband predeceases his wife. She loves the garden but cannot do it any more so just needs it done. The lady we are dealing with has a pleasant disposition, 90 years of age, bright as a button but little bit deaf, and makes us a cup of tea. Just the sort of customer we like. My policy with untidy gardens is to...
A delightful garden – the burdens we bear
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