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Operation Market Garden

This is the garden I made recently from an overgrown patch that needed work. First I constructed a rock edging, then filled the bed, dug a hole into the clay and sunk the post. The pot was made from a piece of scrap corrugated iron I found. It took about half a day to get it (the pot) in the right shape and looking okay.
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After waiting a week or so for the rain to let up I gave up and spent a rainy day trudging around in the mud finishing the job. First I secured the pot where I wanted it, then I sunk a stake diagonally so I could hang chicken wire from it to create a trellis for the climbing mandevillia I put in. Then went about arranging the plants where I wanted them and planting them. I put a stake and chicken wire fence around the edges of the garden to ward off the bush turkeys. Then I put chicken wire around the post for the star jasmine I planted at the back of the garden to climb up.
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And here’s the finished product. It’s actually a month or so since I did all this, so I’ll have to get some new pictures up. Everything but a few blue fescue grasses have survived the torrential drenching we’ve had for the last few months. There’s been a little bit more sun lately, so some of the plants have come along more since. I guess I’ll do another update soon and explain what plants are where and how they’re going.
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Gold Leaves

Yesterday I threw a party for my best friend Bumblethon Tripetits the Third. He is a Scottish laird and an elephant. He has a penchant for peccadillos and molests tiny voles with his snub forhead. When they are suitably shamed and embarrassed he invariably lets them go… under his frying pan feet where he splats them between his toes. He says the sensation is quite splendiferous, and insists I have a go. I decline, always, for my forhead is neither snub, nor containing a demented, inbred, noble brain. Besides, his feet don’t really have toes, I always wish I’d tell him. More like ugly lumps of bone. He is quite sensitive about those feet.