Before any pretty, smelly things can go in, things must come out. And I know my limits. If a Rose of Sharon out-weighs me and is taller by more than three feet, I will call in the big guns: an excavator (known as a dingo) and a backhoe. Seven hours later, success. Ah, chaos and destruction! My work here is done! Not.
Here then is the first of a series of slideshows that will chronicle the slow evolution of a mess to a perfume garden. Enjoy!
