vital view from the loo
When I moved into the wendy house (2008), the garden was completely covered in low maintenance and BBQ friendly patio. Bleak. Sitting on the loo with the doors open, produced the sort of view that would induce minimalists’ premature ejaculation. A bit dull.
Now, the vital view from the loo has been cluttered with the sort of frivolity that might lure a Victorian for a brief promenade:
- A slate slab covers the drain-lid and supports pebbles stolen from Pacific and Atlantic beaches
- A black hare keeps an eye on approaching guests
- Rockery shrubs and grasses provide Sampo with delicious hors d’oeuvres
- A Rhus provides shade in summer and colour in autumn
- Honeysuckle and wisteria cover the fence filling the garden with sweet scent and beautiful blooms.
I love my garden, I spend a lot of time there watching the butterflies before Sampo eats them, pulling weeds and contemplating blooms. I still have patio, but the lines are broken by borders full of colourful and scented plants that change with the seasons.