It doesn’t look much but it’s a beginning.   The sticks with strips of cloth tied to them mark the positions for the first row of apple trees in our new garden.  The old iron stake is planted in the place for a Conference pear.  With my eyes half closed I can already see the trees in blossom.

 

 

The solid tussocks of cocksfoot grass lift off easily with a mattock but after three years of light city gardening I’m not really fit for heavy work, so I’m taking this slowly.  At one four meter stretch (from one stick to the next) each day, I should have reached the end of the row before the trees I’ve just ordered arrive.  Please don’t tell me it would be easier with a rotavator!