Masha du Toit

I’ve been doing some more work on our so-called garden.  One of the reasons I’ve been neglecting it is this:

Apparently when this place was built, there was a fair amount of rubbish dumped in our back yard.  Whoever did the landscaping (if you can call it that) simply covered it over with a thin layer of soil, and the occasional pool of old cement.

Whenever I plant anything my garden fork gets tangled up in rubbish.  Ive found a bra,  socks, many pairs of stockings,  broken bottles, and the eternal, ubiquitous plastic packet.  The dogs erode the soil, and so we have bits of this rubbish sprouting above the surface everywhere.

I’ve been systematically digging it out.  Some of it is not bad – bits of tile and lumps of brick.  But mostly its just yucky.