Oooh, I'm a poet! Tomorrow afternoon I'm catching the plane at Shannon to go to the UK. It's my youngest grandson Jack's 4th birthday on the 14th so I have to go! We're going to the zoo on Thursday (birthday) and he's having a party with friends at a play centre called Boomerangs on Saturday, then I come home Saturday evening and collapse!!
It's been glorious again today, just a slight breeze to keep us cool. Jim and I started by planting the potatoes. Jim dug holes and one long ditch and I fetched our home made compost to fill them with, then we planted them. Only the runner beans to go now.
Jim resting on his rake. Shorts too!
After our potato planting, Jim did some weeding on the vegetable plot and I carried on where I'd left off yesterday only I resisted the urge to dig up any more pottery/glass and cleared ivy, brambles and black thorn. At the bottom of the fairy hill is a small stream running parallel with the sleeping shed. All around it on both sides has become very overgrown and it's another area we haven't tackled before. The stream runs off under a huge ash tree trunk which looks like another grotto, then it joins the stream where I made the dams before! I spent a couple of hours working to clear this area. I even unveiled a wall we didn't know was there:
It was falling dark by the time I'd finished
The wall is on the right and the ferns were all covered with ivy and brambles. They look much better now.
Dead Ash Grotto! The arch above is an old fallen ash tree.
It comes out here, on the other side!
Ferns on the grotto bank
You couldn't see through here before. It looks high up but the stream is on the level of course! No water in it today though.
Ali sent Jim this fabulous photo of Poppy in her bouncy. She loves it. Obviously she was bouncing like mad as her face is a bit out of focus!
Isn't that wonderful?
I don't have anything else to report other than I'll be back on Saturday evening and will catch up with everyone then.
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