Our garden has been packed up in boxes (the portable bits), unpacked again and is now littered about our worktop, new garden and – oooh – conservatory.
Our new house, in the South-West, is a good deal smaller than our last, and the garden a fraction of the size. No greenhouse, no lawn (the dog is unimpressed), some truly horrible old-lady plants and accessories (in what world is a cement magpie either beautiful or useful?) and a lot of house-moving detritus all over the place at the moment.
However, it is flat, pretty much south-facing, barely overlooked and should be an interesting project to bring a little production to it. We plan raised beds among other things, because of the heavy clay.
There are beaches a short pootle away, and then there’s our woodland…more of that in the future, perhaps!
No pictures, but we harvested apples, Chinese artichokes, oca, some apple tree cuttings (a long shot!) to bring with us, as well as all our chillis, which we have frozen or dehydrated. The yacon lives yet. We are still finding our feet but there is much to look forward to.