My garden is smallish and nothing special at all – but it is organic. Always has been, for 20 odd years.
I don’t worry about snails and slugs. They can get on and do what they do. I don’t grow hostas any more because the slugs loved them just too much and turned them into lace, which while pretty and unusual, wasn’t the point.
Bird are what I worry about; the extraordinary and disappointing change in the bird landscape of the average garden. Continue reading “Green stuff”