That south facing border looks bloody shameful. If you didn't spend so much time standing about drinking tea it would look great now.
I love her. I want to be her in a future life. Remember the deep manuring episode in the spring? I asked her if we really needed to dig in all the compost. Couldn't we just make a deep layer and let the worms pull the compost down into the soil. Fag in hand she turned to me and said matter-of-factly, "No, that's bullshit."
I love her. I want to be her in a future life.