When we bought this house there was one big selling point: a really adorable English garden in the backyard with a picket fence, surrounded by a hedge of roses, and very neat raised beds. Two years later we know that the garden floods in a heavy rain. I had rotten potatoes, rhubarb and fava beans to prove it. The raised beds are too wide and cannot be entirely reached from the pathways which are too small to stand in or to work effectively. The roses are not disease resistant and need far more chemicals than I am willing to apply, and the fence is entirely rotten.
I decided that the location and aura were simply not conducive to my having a successful and peaceful garden, and by that I mean one that I do not swear at. So I am ripping it out and starting over.
There will be a small frog pond to take care of the water flooding. It will be landscaped with perennial grasses and plants and new garden boxes, higher and narrower will be placed far from the water course.
Today I started ripping out the fence.
THE FEISTY BLOG 