Looking after ourselves
Having a gardener (a good looking one to boot 😀) would be wonderful but I reckon I would still want to go out and get my hands dirty from time to time. The warmer weather does seem to bring out the green in our thumbs..
Suspect your yellow berried shrub is a cotoneaster @greenpea
No false humility here @greenpea our garden is a mess, the bed directly at the front of the house has a couple of visible carpet roses and seaside daisies surrounded by a weeds which are obscuring a few other small carpet roses and the start of an intended pathway through the bed. The "ornamental garden" has beds with trees in the middle surrounded by weeds with an occassional plant that is not visible and a couple of hedges that have somehow managed to survive despite absolute neglect - these are hebes, irises and bog sage - but very small when compared to the size of the plot. A few other plants managed to survive the beheadings when, after Mr Darcys attempt, a friend kindly paid for someone to mow and whipper snip, despite the plant losses it was something I was so very grateful for. The orchard has stunted trees that have not borne fruit and berry trellises have wires which are not strained, and the berry "beds" are full of weeds - some berries have survived but none were as tasty as what we were able to grow in warmer climates. When we moved here, the garden was to be my consolation - after making a start it all came to a halt and I went into survival mode when Mr D became unwell. But, hey, Mr Darcy is far more important to me than any garden. Thankfully he has recovered from his acute episode, perhaps this might be the year we get things together in the yard, he is keen to get the place looking nice and I have a bit of time up my sleeve - in fact he is out there mowing now so I think I might grab the fork and do some weeding.
My veg beds look very much like this (without the sheep):
perhaps some black faced suffolks.
