Tutu's favourite spot is always where she shouldn't be – in this instance, in amongst the ornamental sage? and marigolds – which have done exceedingly well after their precarious start to life.
I had a slow start to the weekend, only venturing out around 3.30 this afternoon, to try to bring the front yard into some kind of order (one of my recently planted yews is on the way out, along with I think all six of the variagated bushes planted along the fence out the back). My enthusiastic early Spring gardening attempts not so successful and this latest discovery joining the ranks of my failures, the best still being my overfertilized back lawn ... now a mottly array of burnt dead patches and stubborn green tussocks.