So the thing is

the garden is actually a supersized, purpose built experiment in science.

We are trying to determine whether the dog will, given time

and the necessary tools,

actually mow the lawn herself.

So far it's looking bad. She's a bit of a Diarmuid Gavin in terms of her innovative ideas in landscaping - daring ideas about exposing the daffodil bulbs

instead of actually leaving them under the soil during the long summer and winter's sleep... hidden potholes under the long grass, to help rotivate the earth and provide a headstart for any burrowing type animals that might make our home their home (also acts as a clever aid to security, no burglar would safely sprint over it to get to the back wall), the border of the flower bed such as it was is buried and blurred by lots and lots of dirt, pansies are long forgotten

all these things contribute to our garden being one of the most unique in the whole estate