The construction guy, when walking past the garden in the front of the new house, sized it up and said he could use that space for tools and working and mixing stuff.
I said no.
"OK", he said, "I'll just store stuff there."
Today I bought a gate.
I also bought three meter-square bits of deck. Part of the plan tomorrow is to go down and do me a bit of gardening. Part of the plan Monday morning is to go and get me some plants and do a little more gardening. I'll also put a table and some chairs in there.
I also will not be trimming back the enormous spiky prickly sharp and poke-y rose from the entryway.
Think that'll be clear enough?
I love it when I can get the environment to do the talking and I don't have to face the argument myself.
Especially when it makes my garden more beautiful too.