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I finally googled what wattles are. And this led me to a video where a clay hut was being made. Not going to lie I fell a little bit in lust with the competence of the dude. And also learned how to climb a tree without handholds. Winning.
Today has been a bit of a boom and bust day garden wise. I made this lovely pile of wood...

The temptation to throw a bunch of compost over this wood pile and make a giant hugelkultur was almost unbearable. However, I don’t think the neighbours would like it and harvesting would be a problem seeing as the pile is taller than me. But I can just picture it…
The point of the wood pile was to clear room for the compost heap. I took an irrational dislike to an ivy plant that had become a tree so wrestling with that took me up to the time I had to leave. On the bright side, I realised that the land at the side is actually wider than I thought. I will have plenty of space for the pallet heap plan. I also found a random fence post buried in the trees which may be something that gives me a fixed point to clear that tree area to other than me climbing them and randomly hacking bits out of my way.
The garden is still at messy jobs stage. And I’m away for a bit soon so it will probably stay that way for a while. It has been piecemeal over the last couple of days, the art of doing little things here and there that actually all feed into the whole. Like chipping away at a the brick planter and realising that the soil/gravel mix would be perfect for the reedbed/pond lining. And using the front lawn for sorting out usable wood meant the identification of the perfect site for the reedbed/pond thing. The piece of random guttering I took home from the park ages ago will act as a feeder pipe from the front of the house to the pond.
At least, that is the theory. It remains to be seen how well this will all work in practice. I still haven’t got rid of the There Is Something I Should Be Doing feeling.

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