No, this is not a photo of fly tipping. It's my back garden, and believe it or not I'm starting to make progress. I know that's not how it looks, but several days digging, ruining my nails in the process, and carting around bags of gravel and chunks of limestone are beginning to pay off. I've dug up yet more bits of broken glass, sweet and crisp wrappers, plus - inexplicably - several paving slabs. Cos that's what you do with unwanted paving slabs, isn't it? Bury them in the back garden. Sheesh!
At the bottom left of the garden is a lilac tree. Very pretty at this time of year, but it means that corner of the garden is extremely dry. The soil's thin and stony, and - if it was fabric - I'd say it was threadbare. Everywhere else the soil is incredibly wet and claggy and sticky-clay. It's practically a bog garden in parts. Hopefully the shrubs I'll plant will be tolerant of these conditions and will hide the ugly fence too.
The corner under the dry shade of the lilac tree will have to be my woodland area. It seems funny to have such wildly different conditions within such a small area of land, but so be it. Certain plants will have to stay in containers in order to keep their feet dry and for them to stand in the sun - namely herbs - while I'll hopefully gradually improve the overall soil quality of the borders I'm carving out by making them into raised beds. Building 'em up with compost and organic matter.
I'm taking photos of the mess now out there in order to have those 'before' and 'after' photos, so I can keep track of my progress. For those days when I feel like I'm not getting anywhere. In a few years times - fingers crossed - it'll be a green & pleasant land at No. 42. Bees and butterflies a plenty. I can't wait!
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.