The grubby gardener
Well that was embarassing; it was only at the end of the day I noticed I had the most tremendous smut of dirt all over my nose.
And for once I actually spoke to humans.
Artur doesn’t count as he only looks at me with love if I am sitting nearby when he wants to perch on my lap.
But I had visits from my neighbours this morning. Proper morning tea and sitting in the sun and all sorts. And Manu the muscles came to work today.
Mind you, I often look scruffy when I’m in the garden, so I guess people are not that surprised.
And I was madly weeding. Here is the oak bank, all dirt and muck. Three long narrow little rows ready for grasses and gaura. But I want a little low wall in front first. I need to anchor this planting scheme somehow. I would have used a thick wooden log if I had one to hand. But I don’t, so I have booked up Nicolas our wall builder to help out for a day.
Manu started the day by removing the stones we unearthed from the duck pond in summer. The area looks like a proper park again.
And the stones are destined for the new herb garden wall.
You can guess by the frequent use of the word ‘wall’ that I have plans aplenty.
But I’m not going to haul the stones myself today. I did have a mad moment of thinking I ought to sort out the stone sizes so Nicolas can get going quickly on the wall work. But the moment passed. I pulled out weeds instead.
Far less painful on one’s back.
I had to remove some of the mulch between the narrow beds as it was just too voluminous. I think I will stick to lawn clippings instead. But when do I find the time to get the mower out. All this supervising of staff with my lists galore and plans and schemes….