A Grave Job.

Yesterday morning I decided to sweep the front drive as there was getting to be be quite a congregation of leaves and sticks. While there I noticed some miniature Daffodils  flowering. I remember planting these a few years ago after the boss lifted them from his garden in London and brought them up here for me to do something with. It seems to mean more when there is a bit of a story behind them and not just something purchased from somewhere, not that ever takes away the beauty of them though.

After completing work on the drive I still had a few minutes to fill until break time so I went in to the churchyard which is next to the drive and cleared some more Ivy from the graves. I did some clearing before Christmas when I had a bit of time to spare but there is still quite a lot to do. While the church is connected to the estate and village it's not within my jurisdiction for maintenance as they pay someone else to look after it and really I have enough to do but I can't stand to see the Ivy and other plants slowly taking over from the edges. So, it's time to take a stand and fight back and as no one else seems bothered it looks like being me and the head gardener.

The two grave stones in the picture below were completely covered in Ivy before I cleared them a few weeks back and it's such a shame, especially as the one in the shape of a cross is quite the work of art. I will try and get a better picture of it some time. Yesterday I just had time to clear around the base of it, next time I will clear around the one behind.