ʔʕ turn and face the strange

we didn't have a front garden to speak of:

just old tarmac, all cracked, flaked and gritty

that was carried into the house

from the soles of shoes:

until ....

the landscapers arrived:

with their big tools and machines:

26 tonnes were taken away

crushed and recycled:

some to make the base for my path 

and runway:

grey edging stones around the perimeter:

two slate stands for my car wheels:

the rest of the garden covered in

topsoil, horticultural membrane 

and shingle:

sand brushed into the path:

walk the planks:

a blank canvas for me to plant:

with sea loving plants:

and gorgeous grasses:

a work in progress: