I don’t know what it is about lawn stripes. Maybe it’s the memories of many a Wimbledon wafting across the mind. Strawberries & cream,
I don’t know what it is about lawn stripes. Maybe it’s the memories of many a Wimbledon wafting across the mind. Strawberries & cream,
Yup. It’s here. It’s December, it’s cold, and even a grumpy Scrooge clone like me is starting to be able to hear the seasonal
Now’s the time to get out into the garden, the first major holiday of the year. And after snow which crippled the country and
Winter chills are definitely upon us. All across the land, grumpy middle-aged fathers are having to abandon their Dickensian miser-character impulses and having to
It goes without saying (a phrase that is always to be followed by some idiot like me saying it) that if you are going
MTD Lawn Tractors. Wow. If you read Dick Robert’s informative and tractor packed blog yesterday I am hoping you are, at this very moment, poised
So. As Holly pointed out in her usual ascerbic manner on Tuesday, we are now in Spring. This must be true because it’s raining and still
Well. He’s done it again. The minute our ‘finger-on-the-pulse’ weather whisperer Mr Dick Roberts starts to talk about log splitters and Winter, the temperature
There’s an old rhyme that goes: “The sun’s still shining, the rain’s still raining, the grass is growing, it’s not yet snowing” … actually,
I notice my esteemed and ‘Jimmy Pickles Old Mucky Ale’, loving colleague Dick has been pushing his leaf sweepers again. Not literally, you understand,