I’ve always thought it quaint that English homes in novels
always seem to have names and there are always gardeners whose whole duty is to
maintain the property. Of course wealthy landowners had vast estates to maintain.
What did the gardeners do in the winter? Probably they had to haul wood for all
the fireplaces or something.
Anyway, Van Court House has a real gardener this year. Since
S. retired it is getting much more attention. S. always did a great job of
mowing, pruning, and weeding while I more or less (mostly less) maintained the
containers, window boxes and “gardens” but now he has time to devote to other
projects.
This year all the patio furniture has been sanded and repainted.
A new fence has been installed to prevent curious toddlers from falling into a
deep window well. I got terrific help in
selecting, purchasing and planting the above mentioned containers etc. The
gardener is using miracle grow and watering everything well that the sprinkler
system misses. He has plans to paint the gas grill next.
I am loving this. The yard at Van Court House is looking
park-like despite the drought.
Sadly though, our next door neighbor is completely
neglecting his yard, no watering, no weeding, no trash pick-up, no maintenance.
Ugh.