The Antique Blogger | Matures With Age

My garden is quite frankly, rubbish. We used to love it out there, we tended the plants, kept everything clean, put the furniture away in the shed when the rain came, but we stopped caring somewhere along the way.

We went to visit my cousin in Hertfordshire this week and ate dinner outside in her back garden, something I never thought I'd enjoy, but it was delightful! Her garden was so well kept, that it made me feel very guilty for how bad we've let ours get.

Our metal garden furniture is probably well-rusted by now, some of the plants are still going strong but most of the shrubs have died, and there are weeds plaguing the whole yard.

I'm thinking of paying some students to do it up for me, I might put an ad in a local shop. I don't know how expensive gardeners are any more, does anyone know?

Photo: Darkroom Daze (Flickr)