Autumn the leaves on the first enormous sycamore tree down my drive, are curling and blowing done in the wind. Piles are littering the patio waiting for someone to sweep them up. It is strange every year it is the first tree that goes first the other hangs on for grim death waiting for the frosts to start. Oh Autumn I love it the colors can be fantastic warm and glowing. But at the moment it is just a rather wet over grown garden that really needs a gardener. I can not find any help up here. It has taken some considerable time for me to admitt that I cannot do it myself but I cannot need a man lol well that would be interesting- someone who would not rip me off and actually knew a little about gardens. It is a passion of mine consequently I become over protective of my plants. Last time I though I had found one I asked him to re do the edges and instead of straightening them he actually went around the plants (I can laugh about it know) so when you looked up the garden the border on the right went straight then came out around then straight again very curios. He knew nothing about gardening never mind his dandelions from his nettles. So a Hosta to him was what ? No clue!.
So I ned help there I have admitted it.
Have a good day x gins