Off for Rain...
Rain is pouring down in bucketfuls. It's raining cats and dogs! Not that either of the dogs or any cats are (hopefully) getting wet. Lucky garden!
Off for Rain
Off for rain...
My concrete cricketers have been off for rain for weeks - in fact, since the last time the back lawn was mowed. C'mon chaps. It's summer! The cricket season...
Boxing Day...
Earlier this morning I thought I had all day to make a difference in my garden. After gathering up and dumping yesterday's messes (three barrowfuls) I weeded madly for nearly three hours, moving down one of the Hump Garden's paths. Again, I was mainly digging out old Campion.
Wandered inside to have a bite of lunch. Planned to return and put on the hoses. Right? Wrong. Down came more rain - no need to do any watering. Sat in a chair with one of the Fred cats (not wet, thankfully), listened to the rain noise, and got lost in my book instead. It's a novel about the women of Troy, written by Pat Barker.
Friday 27th December
Good morning. It's a bit chilly, so I've put on my new Christmas merino socks and have changed my shorts for long jeans. What to do today? Enjoy the holiday feeling, cut my fringe, read another book, organise Non-Gardening Partner, pat a cat, talk to a dog? Start the Christmas jigsaw? Some or all of the above?
Not yet. I've just been outside taking photographs of the garden. I've seen so much that needs trimming. I've found a path which still has mess dumped all over it. I found a Fred cat in the greenery. Not much flower colour, apart from the daylilies. Lots of green, though! And the garden is really wet from the rain. OK. I know what I need to do. Maybe back on with the shorts and a gardening shirt an hour's time?