I had another dream last night.
I was working on part of the garden, and it looked fantastic.
I am now stealing my dream-ideas and creating them for real.
I have to dig up the plants Dad has just put in. Well, they have to be moved anyway. [My father really should read labels, i.e. 'plant x likes a sunny wall, and grows to 27 feet' can be located by the north-facing coal store.]
I am now going snail hunting so that the garden will stay fantastic.
