TAMING THE WILD
The lawn had to go. When I wrote ‘lawn’ I should have written ‘couch grass’. Lots of couch grass. This grassy area at the top of our quarter-acre hillside garden is the last place we have tackled. It’s taken us a decade to get here.
As a disabled gardener, I found it impossible to mow this uneven space. It was left to go wild. It did not become the wild habitat I dreamed of but became the home of horseflies; I have the scars to prove it. This is largely down to the fact that this area drains poorly. I turned to professional gardeners who came to see our
