Remember this little poem?
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
A little cutesy kitty amongst the crossandras.
Cleo, Cleo, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
We had these pebbles to replace the grass as this patch is just too soggy.
Double purpose here – to address the sogginess and to prevent any cat (namely, Pole) from getting a firm foothold to jump!
Tabs looking out.
Pole is quite condo-trained now. She seems happy.
The contractor did not turn up so I have not settled the gutter Poleway yet.