No Time for the Wicked

At least that is how is has felt of late. I refuse to post anything when I am having problems finding a positive spin on anything. It's just too depressing to see in words just how badly I am taking having to live in the real world at times. Mostly I like to live in my own little cocoon here in the House of the Princess Garden.

No pictures today as I am working off my Hubster's new little toy but more will come.

Twice this week alone neighbours have offered to buy part of the Princess Garden from me. Of course this request has been answered with a hearty no.

The bain of my gardening life is the ground elder that I thought I'd almost conquered but no it is back in force. So we are no longer organic in the garden, we have a large quanity of roundup covering the said weed and its put pay to the plans to grow veg in the borders this year.

I do however need to make a final decision about the rambling bramble in the mid-way section of the garden. To keep or not to keep, it's just starting to wake up now. Unlike the nice weather I hoped we would have had over the Easter Bank Holiday. But alas it wasn't to be, the grass has been cut and all the moss has been exposed but not enough dry weather to apply the weed and feed my what a lot of work that is going to impart. Gulp!