The depressing back dirt...

​Nothing much grows in our back dirt, and it’s not a place we go into unless we have to. It’s not been exactly welcoming and I missed the green thumb gene so I didn’t know what to do with it.

During the autumn and winter months, the sun’s arc moves directly in line with our neighbour’s Great Big Tree, so the backyard doesn’t see much direct sunlight. This means the morning dew doesn’t burn off easily, and sometimes not at all. So the grungy grass might grow long enough for velociraptors to fly out when the grass does eventually get slashed (coz you certainly couldn’t mow it).

The rest of the yard is uneven and gets full of weeds and prickles during the warmer months. It’s a chore to put washing out when the grass is long or if the ground is muddy.

I was staring at the back dirt one Sunday evening the week before daylight savings was due to finish, and I decided there and then that Something Must Be Done. 

By Monday I’d settled on a plan, a design and colours. By Wednesday I’d found my Backyard Blitzers. By Thursday I’d chosen paving stones and turf and on Friday the team turned up before dawn to work their magic.
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So now it’s Saturday and we have a back garden. Must be wine o'clock then!