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In between our top driveway and the small road that cuts between us and our top fields and woods we have a stone bank which since we moved in nearly ten years ago has been left to its own devices. Slowly over the years a few changes have been made, daffodils being planted, a large tree falling down, a pampas grass dyeing after a very cold winter two years ago and with brambles taking over a chunk of it it was time for drastic cut and tidy up. Slowly over the years ivy has started to take over enough to hang over the wall and take hold on and in between the stones, a trailer full was cut and pulled off you know when you think a job won't take to long it always takes a lot longer!

Finding a photo from the spring of 2006 was a bit of a shock and embarrassment that we have left the wall so long before a trim. Now it the stone has been exposed with the feature in the wall, which we are not sure what purpose it was built for, it has a ledge in part of it its looking far better, albeit a few stones have fallen out - to point or not is the question?

I've planted summer bulbs which hopefully will not be scratched up by the chickens along with lavender cuttings from last year. A few little plants pushed into the wall will also in time hopefully grow to cascade down.

Daffodils are now out, wild ones as well looking a lot rougher than their cultivated cousins with the blue iris to follow, hopefully this year the bank will be brightly coloured with a lovely show of flowers. Now onto to the rest of the gardening...............
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