Plans...

Plans. It's good to have plans. I have big plans for me in my garden this weekend, namely to continue bonfiring my mess. And plans for Non-Gardening Partner, namely to chainsaw down dead branches of the Cornus by Middle Bridge.

The Cornus is on the far left. Hardly any bracts this spring, hardly any leaves to colour and drop this autumn.
Trees by the Water Race

I also have musical plans - to practice my Chamber Music piano pieces, sort out all the accidentals in the Ravel, get more accurate and work on the nuances in the Andree.

That water is almost too cold to stand in now.
The Water Race

More plans...

I should also have plans for my kitchen and dining area - namely, to discover where the faint smell of dead mouse is coming from. This can wait.

I can definitely remember seeing one of the Fred cats staring underneath the fridge last week. A couple of mornings in a row. Maybe it's that simple. Aargh!

Late afternoon...

We went swimming, had morning tea with our friends, visited the Charity Shop where I bought a bag of erasers and a hand-knitted Alpaca wool jersey (yeay for winter!). Then into the garden.

My plans for NGP didn't quite work - he found excuses not to do the chain-sawing. So I trundled off with my wheelbarrow in a slight sulk to collect more mess from behind the pond. Seven more barrow loads burnt.

Daft?

This might sound completely daft, but when I collect the mess I immediately recognise the garden area from where it came. Then I reminisce, thinking about the moment when I pruned that Pseudopanyx, and pulled out those Carex grasses (such nuisances, growing in the wrong place). I really enjoy tying the garden's past to the present, hee hee. It does give a sense of accomplishment and completion. And often (oops) I recover a hand digger or scraper which got caught up and dumped.

And my bonfire, ash pile growing rather large.
Trailer Load of Mess

NGP redeemed himself. Late in the afternoon he completely filled the trailer with burnable mess, and parked it by the bonfire. I went apres-gardening, put on my new Alpaca jersey, and watched the cricket on TV. A nice reward for a great day's work.

And the dead mouse smell? It wafted around in the hallway by the back door when Pebbles the dog came in. Interesting...

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