Garden tour

Well, the rain seems to have gone. Today we had a lot of sun distributed between the grey clouds and quite chilly wind. It felt good to be once more working in the garden with the sun to warm me rather than dodging the raindrops.

And work in the garden I did. Of course, after missing a week because of the wet weather, the grass really needed a cut. So that was quickly fixed.

I don’t think I’ve written about how Emma copes with the mower. Unlike Rodney next door, she doesn’t run around behind me and bark incessantly (one of the only times that Rodney barks) and, unlike Day-z, she doesn’t just sit and watch from the safety of the path. No, the only way Emma can cope is by running up onto the terrace and hiding behind the pots.

She dashes up there as soon as I start the mower a-thrumming and there she remains until I’ve finished. It’s obviously funny but also quite handy. I’d hate having the type of dog you have to forever keep warning about hanging around heavy machinery.

So, mowing completed and Emma back to normal (which means she disappeared under the big shrub and continued excavating her basement), I started to attack the ex-nettle bed (which needs a better name – possibly Once the home of Xún má).

Prior to having Chris lay the new lawn, I dug out the corner between the path and the home of Xún má, making the bed a bit bigger. Since the lawn was laid, this corner has just filled with weeds of all sorts (including nettles) and it was about time I sorted it out. So I did. Today. It was just as I finished that I had a rather comical accident.

I was sitting on the kneeler (I don’t kneel any more) and put my hands on the side grips to lift myself up. What I had failed to realise was that the right hand side of the kneeler was in the freshly forked dirt while the left hand side was on the bricks of the path. This, naturally, meant I was sent rolling to my right.

While that wasn’t particularly comical, the slow motion roll combined with my brain panicking, wanting to avoid the towering banana custard, definitely was. Sadly I didn’t manage to, Jack Bauer like, suddenly turn mid roll and avoid the plant. No, I crashed into it. The only result of my panic was my thong going flying and being attacked by Emma who I nearly landed on.

I eventually found my thong (it was stuck in a shrub), calmed Emma down and propped up the banana custard with an old bit of dogwood. I felt very silly but was unscathed.

And that was it, really. Well, except for first thing when I gave mum a Skype tour of our garden. It’s amazing how far I can walk down the path now we have the wi-fi booster in the extension.

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One Response to Garden tour

  1. hankyoyu says:

    Well that was a finish with a bang good thing there was no one there to see you.
    love xx

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