A particularly poor illustration - I was tempted to not put it up at all, but I thought at the least it might make you smile. It is supposed to say turf - just for clarification.
I have been away for most of the week, and in the meantime my fabulous step-dad Mal, and my incredible Grandad have both given our back lawn a makeover. After Millie's repeated bouts of digging last summer, a spate she has thankfully seemed to put behind her, our lawn was looking rather derelict.
Advised by the more green-fingered members of our family (Mal) that March was an optimum time for turf laying, we took up his very kind offer to replace the bare, patchy ground with some lush new turf. And so it was that I went away to London only to return three days later to a bare back garden filled with freshly turned over earth. Today I got home to a lovely lawn. In the interim we have gained a skip, lost lots of rubbish, and of course had a delivery of ready grown grass.
I'm looking forward to the months ahead working on the back garden. After last year's makeover of our front garden, it will be lovely to do something similar in the back. I can sense an expansion of the herb garden, maybe even venturing into a vegetable patch; I can sense spring.