If every one on our site had a pond I wouldn't bother as there would alreday be plenty of frogs. Seriously what a commotion.
Our pond is tiny and positioned on a bit of land that before we took it over from the lovely 'old timer' was pretty much an embankment of weeds and compost - so not really a waste eh?
More importantly I feel so lucky (and smug) that our site is nothing like the one portrayed in this article. One of our 'old timers' quite obviously thinks our pond is great as he was frequently nebbing at the wee taddies and commenting on how fat they were. Another long standing member recently asked about them too.
On our site we have oldies, young trendies, familes, women and no one seems to have issues with how others do things. There are so many different styles going on, raised beds, edged beds, neat and tidy rows, hotch potches, weedy areas and no one goes around sticking forks in other peoples ponds.
The aforementioned veteran today asked what the stench was after we watered our toms with comfrey tea. When we explained he proceeded to extract the proverbial out of us 'younguns' with our 'new ideas' that we read about. It was all good natured, jovial and contained not one ounce of malice. This article made me realise how lucky we are to have a plot on such an open minded, tolerant and varied site.
Our pond is tiny and positioned on a bit of land that before we took it over from the lovely 'old timer' was pretty much an embankment of weeds and compost - so not really a waste eh?
More importantly I feel so lucky (and smug) that our site is nothing like the one portrayed in this article. One of our 'old timers' quite obviously thinks our pond is great as he was frequently nebbing at the wee taddies and commenting on how fat they were. Another long standing member recently asked about them too.
On our site we have oldies, young trendies, familes, women and no one seems to have issues with how others do things. There are so many different styles going on, raised beds, edged beds, neat and tidy rows, hotch potches, weedy areas and no one goes around sticking forks in other peoples ponds.
The aforementioned veteran today asked what the stench was after we watered our toms with comfrey tea. When we explained he proceeded to extract the proverbial out of us 'younguns' with our 'new ideas' that we read about. It was all good natured, jovial and contained not one ounce of malice. This article made me realise how lucky we are to have a plot on such an open minded, tolerant and varied site.
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