Basic layout - still to be modified. The dark patch was my inaugural tossing-in of a clump of compost to christen the shiznit. The stones that have fallen over - that was due to gravity, not, as one might think, to some neo-fascist skinheads who saw me perusing a book and wanted to kick some shit in. I THINK???
Some compost-to-be! Mulchy goodness. I even went to Harbor Freight for a tarp, like some sort of non-sweater-wearing-nancy-boy!
Gardening can be fun - even for grotesque, obese late-period Morrissey lookalikes!
No place like loam! Oof!
And this one was NO HELP AT ALL, although we won't have to buy ANY topsoil, just scrape the daily accretions of crud from her filthy peepers:
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The garden plot looks like a semi-Euclidian Stonehenge. And you aren't even Dru-ish.
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