The title for this post could you lead you to think I had had a terrible accident. Apologies if it does. In fact, I feel I have achieved something quite momentous this morning.
Time waits for no one spurred me into action. Though it has been cold these past few days, spring is upon us and I need to be getting on with matters aside from the shed business.
As it turns out, there was concrete under the flagstones I wanted to move from the patio to the back of the garden, so that the shed has a base to stand on. However, it was more like sand than anything else, which meant I had no trouble from that point of view.
The hardest part of the job was lifting the stones in their original position, followed by getting the ground level enough at the other end. Fortunately, my daughter was on hand to do a bit of cunning wedging – where I had taken too much soil away, we placed bricks under the flagstones to bring them up to the correct height.
The icing on the cake is that the blackbirds, sensing a feast of worms, joined me for a while. Hopefully, they aren’t too disappointed that the newly dug soil didn’t stay bare very long. In any case, they seemed very tame – are they the same ones as were in the garden last year, I wonder.