Where do I begin with this? Gardening is not my favourite activity. What job I am doing in the garden depends whether or not I am, well, I’m not going to say enjoy it, or actively dislike it. For example, I don’t mind cutting the grass but don’t ask me to handle dirt. Sounds pathetic doesn’t it? It is.
Today, Elayne had me loping branches off the plumb tree. It had gone a bit wild and this year it looks like it’s putting more effort into growing itself, than growing fruit, of which we have seen no sign. I have to confess that I was surprised at how much needed to be chopped off, and I confess that I was also surprised to find it quite a relaxing activity. I’ll never be a tree surgeon, but I can certainly reduce a small tree to a bare skeleton.
Then our neighbour asked if we could do a bit of reduction to her Buddleia, resulting in another sheet full of bits of bush.
Luckily, I had been able to get a slot at the recycling centre, left with just enough time to cut the grass after which it was off with a good carload of garden waste.
At the end of it all, the garden really does look lovely – but Elayne is not satisfied, there is still much to do.
I have to say that I quite enjoyed the day. We had a good result, I felt I contributed to the day, and I quite enjoyed it.
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