Saturday morning dawned bright and warm and the boys had a plan to paint the garden fences.

This plan was not without discussion as I had my heart set on Tudor Black Oak.  The boys thought I’d finally and irredeemably lost my mind.  Needless to say I won and off they went to buy the fence paint.

On their return Mr S posed a change to the plan.  Now you know that I’m fond of my plans and that I like to keep pretty much to the original specification.

On this occasion however I was very quickly swayed from my original course.

And at the end of the day, instead of painted fences and a patch of earth awaiting seed, this is what we have:

The green, green grass of home

Just how cool is my husband?

And how fabulous is my nephew for working on this for us too?

Oh, and how thrilled can one girl be about having her own patch of lawn?