Two down, one to go.

Last night I opted to watch the coverage of the Chelsea Flower Show whilst Luke had a go at removing the first of the conifers. I heard voices and was pleased that Nick next door had come to help (that took the guilt away from me that I was leaving Luke to sort it). Although I cannot report on their working practise (I fell asleep!) they had managed to prise it from the ground by 9.00pm, only an hour after starting. How strange it is to see the house next door now rather than a mass of greenery.
Luke has had the bright idea of putting a log store where the trees were, thus stopping anyone from looking up into the garden from the side entrance and also to keep seasoned wood just outside the door so we can nip out and grab an armful when we need a fire. So my herbs will stay where they are (good job really as I am getting twitchy about having to move so many plants at completely the wrong time of year). Luke informed me that we would have to move the raspberries which also means having to move the roses (they are in a holding bed at the moment until I have a place to plant them but the raspberries need to go exactly where the roses are). All four roses there are out in full flower and aren't going to take kindly to being moved. Nor are the raspberries that are just started to plump up and ripen.




When we got home at 7.00pm we saw that Nick had proved as good as his word and taken down the middle conifer. Luke is now outside digging at the last one whilst Nick is putting together a chimenera outside and I've just heard the other neighbour, Jack, shout that he is bringing over his chainsaw! Men, hey? How lovely to be surrounded by so many capable ones which means I don't have to do it myself. Luke's crashcourse in chainsawing is about to begin. Cover your ears!

An hour later - they are all out, Whey hey.