To lawn or not to lawn

Jan comes back from her art class where, for the first time, she had to draw a naked female model. On entering the house, she made some smart comment that maybe I had given up on the art classes too soon. Let's put it this way, either Jan has to improve her technique, or it doesn't look like I missed out on too much.

It is really difficult to grow a low maintenance grass lawn around here. The major problems are the amount of water needed, on a regular basis, and the right type of grass to withstand the searing summer heat. When we first arrived, the house was completely finished, but it sat in what can only be described as a field. Not a nice field, full of wild flowers, but a field full of builders rubble, bulldozed trees and piles of wood. Some of our first contacts with the locals made us realise that unless you are careful, garden maintenance can take over your life. Low maintenance and lateral thinking became the order of the day.

Weeds grow really well. So, under 'the orchard' (the eight fruit trees that we have planted), a weed lawn it is. All green and lush, it looks mighty fine.

Excuse me, I must go, I'm off to mow the weed.