There are still a million things to do before we have a 'proper' garden. Most of the land is still covered in rushes, brambles, thistles, nettles and fallen trees. But there is a tiny corner, this is it, that is more cultivated then the rest! I can't bring myself to cut all the grass as the bees, in protest, cling in desperation to the clover every time the flymo appears. They wrap their legs around the flower petals and look as fierce as possible. So in the interest of keeping bees happy and saving the planet the clover stays - and the buttercups and daisies too!