For about the last 10 years the garden at our house has not been an object of pleasure. It had been a chore, and something that we put up with for the various well-known reasons people put up with something, namely money, imagination, time, lack of a plan, and procrastination. While we were not making the necessary changes the mature shrubs overgrew, and ivy covered every wall. The roof of the shed fell in. Robin the gardener tried to make it look a bit better but by the end the garden was still a garden, but it was useless to the family. Slugs and snails loved it, but little else flourished in it. Any new plants quickly died, or were eaten by the slugs.
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