Dusk drenching

The plants have had their first water this week.   And what a delightful task it is too.   I didnt’ finish until almost 9pm, but as it was still light I just couldn’t put away the hose.   Tomorrow I will finish the watering of the courtyard roses, the lilac bed, and the shade garden. But for now I’m pleased the lower vegetable bed has had a good drink.

I was late starting as a visiting EDF van managed to get bogged up at our walnut tree.   Quite how he managed it I’m not sure, but he was hooning up the road looking for Jean Daniel’s house and he managed to skid off the track.   Boy racers and dirt roads with soft verges really don’t mix.   He was chirpy and didn’t seem terribly fazed. And neither was I, out came the rope and the planks and the water bottle to distract him while Jean Daniel raced back from the village and towed him out.

We don’t have the particular towing hook on the front of our car, and I’m relieved we don’t have to take that responsibility.   I could just picture him ripping the branches off the walnut tree as he sawed and heaved his wheels all the wrong way.   Most diverting.

Anway, my work is done for the day and I’m already plotting what needs doing on the morrow. There’s lots o’ weeding to be done on the very end of the vegetable bed where the verbena hedge used to live.   And the stipa garden needs sorting.

I did actually have a teensy mow of the road too today. Just to pick up the cut grass from our neighbour’s strimmer. And to do one edge. I have heaps to cut but I don’t want to do it too soon and be obliged to cut again before next Thursday’s guests.   Goodness, I’m becoming a lawn bore.