Taking number Ten to Zen
[tm_pb_section admin_label=”section”][tm_pb_row admin_label=”row” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” use_grid_padding=”on” width_unit=”on” padding_mobile=”off” allow_player_pause=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” make_equal=”off” parallax_1=”off” parallax_method_1=”off” background_color_1=”#ffffff” parallax_2=”off” parallax_method_2=”off” column_padding_mobile=”on” background_color_2=”#eeeeee” padding_top_2=”30px” padding_bottom_2=”30px” padding_right_2=”4%” padding_left_2=”4%”][tm_pb_column type=”3_4″][tm_pb_text admin_label=”Text” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] The tale of a landscaper and his garden It took me 10 years to get around to landscaping my own garden. Believe it. It’s like the proverbial cobbler whose children go barefoot. Working only on Saturdays with my team, it took eight months, but it’s done. And I’m a happy camper. I bloody zenned it. Where it all began (or how the drought changed my lifestyle) It all started when we stared down the barrel of the 2016/2017 drought. Day Zero was looming large and watering plants and lawn was no longer an option. The desolation that surrounded us every day that summer had far-reaching consequences for our lifestyle. We had fewer social events at home and spent less and less