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Wednesday, 08 March 2017


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That gray David, is properly called patina. It is a mark of character and durability. You should never wash the patina away. Same for antique furniture. The value is often in the patina. As a matter of fact, I view the gray I have accumulated over the decades the same way--patina= character and charm. And I do so with a straight face.

There are some splendid members of the traveller community who would gladly undertake such small manual tasks. They'll clean your gutters, too, and check your soffits and advise on any other small jobs that need doing in order to save you endless trouble later. If they think you are sufficiently old and frail, they'll thoughtfully accompany you to the cashpoint and tap in your PIN, too. They'll even do it repeatedly.


I view the gray I have accumulated over the decades the same way--patina= character and charm. And I do so with a straight face.

Is that your subtle way of letting us know you are not bald? :-)

Whyaxye, these members seem quite thorough and thoughtful in their dealings with elderly people. Almost like a profession?

"Is that your subtle way of letting us know you are not bald? :-)" Why yes, yes it is. What hasn't turned loose turned grey...or silver if I need it to be:)

I have this problem with my concreted backyard. I use some stuff that farmers use in their milking parlours. Takes off all the grey (and green) off and burns holes in your clothes. Has the added advantage that it kills all plants lurking in pots.

I call my gardens, front and back, the lower and upper forty. Forty square feet ;) I have often wanted to patio in the lower forty leaving just flower borders, but alas, being the droning dismal dreaming dewberry I am, it is still a goal.
This last summer I completely stripped my upper forty, laying new grass, new soil and mulch. I have yet to replace any plants. I realize it may have been an extreme reaction, but the noxious weed I have been trying to fight for at least 10 years finally broke my patience. It won the battle, but I think I am going to win the war.

I wonder whether Zoysia would grow in those interstices. It's very slow, but, within your actuarial lifetime could fill in all the cracks, be much prettier than grout or mortar, never be mown or moaned-over again. It's the schmoo of grasses, there to serve, and humbly, too. If you wanted to fill a lawn with it, even a very small lawn, you'd need to lay out as much money as grass, and still wouldn't get it to fill in. However, for your purpose, it would be lovely, IF it will grow there.The Chief Gardener would be enchanted, once she got over her shock at your having an idea.


"... it is so many years since I last used my power-hose ..."
That wouldn't be the tool you'd use to make babies with all those women you admire?

Michael, I had a quick look at zoysia but it looks as though it would not only fill in my cracks but in the end cover my entire patio including me!

Alas, Henry, 'power-hose' would not be an exact analogy, more like little sprinkler!

Well, it might, but again consulting the actuarial tables, you'll be covered with other sod long before then. It grows v-e-r-y slowly, and it grows in the cracks, not over the stones. It's worth a tiny experiment. It would look lovely, I predict, an over-all rustic effect. I'd mail you a couple of plugs, but our dept of Ag and yours, would have joint and collective conniption fits.Of course, the Devil in me says that that alone would make it worth the postage.

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