A day of tasks at home.

Sad this evening to discover OH had mown a patch at the end of the garden where dead conifers had been cleared and where I'd planted a witch hazel, and primroses to establish themselves.  The witch hazel was this year's birthday present. It's a perennial problem that OH uses the mower like a Sherman tank.  Nothing stands a chance unless its 6 feet tall or flowers all year round.. :'-(((