Tired of being the disgrace of the block, I cajoled The Slave to come help me weed our driveway. The edges of the overgrown mass of concrete were hedged with blackjacks and the whole thing looked more like a jungle than someone’s front lawn.
People walking on the verge had to step into the road to get past our driveway. Yep, it was that bad.
No more! For Lo! We have weeded until we got bored, and then run a lawnmower over the rest. You can now see the road.
I’m sure our neighbours are relieved.
And on a gardening note: while it may be struggling into autumn on our side, I know most of you are bounding into spring, so I leave you with a link to making newspaper seedling pots.