Anyway he has his own pussycat shelf to make getting up to and off the fence a much easier and less thudding experience for his old bones. The gloriously shaggy greenery in the little plant pot next to the planter is what's left of the snowdrops. Once they have chance to dry out a bit and the leaves dry off, they will go back into the shed to over-Summer ready for next year.
Something that we moved for this year is the Fig tree.
It used to be sat on a paving stone on the corner of the pebbly area of the garden where it annoyingly intersected the washing line, and as it got so big last year it was taking up quite a bit of drying space we decided on Sunday to relocate it to the white wall of the main house.
Hopefully this will also mean that the lovely morning sun we get in this corner of the garden will aid in us actually getting some ripe figs ... well for Alan to get some ripe figs, I really do not like figs at all, although I love the leaves of the fig tree and the mass of greenery it brings to the garden.