3 June 2007
Earning our beer and sausages
Today it has been scorching hot. Like yesterday, it was far too hot to be working in the garden. Unlike yesterday, we did work in the garden. All day. We have a redesign to get on with and it won’t get done if we just sit around enjoying ourselves. Oh no.
I took some ‘before’ photos of the garden, the intention being that I could demonstrate just how very hard we worked by then showing you the ‘after’ pics. Unfortunately, the garden looks even more shameful in photographic form than it did in real life so you’ll just have to see where we’re up to now and miss out the dubious delights of the 10-foot brambles, broken pots and overturned water butt. Poor you.
The entire day has been taken up with digging out various bedding plants and re-homing them in what will probably turn out to be completely unsuitable pots to sit on the patio for, well, a long time to come. The result is that our weed-riddled, uneven patio looks gorgeously lush and bountiful while the rest of the garden looks like a wasteland. Not a problem. We’re now ready to start clearing the bottom half of the lawn before marking out the new potager’s beds. Before today we were behind schedule, now we’re back on track.
Now that the patio is habitable, as it were, we intend to enjoy it as much as possible. This means that every breakfast, lunch and tea will be enjoyed al fresco from now on, weather permitting, starting with the obligatory barbecue this evening. Assuming the cat doesn’t snaffle the sausages first.
The allotment? Neglected, but not forgotten. Expect to hear less and less about it from now on before we bid it a relieved farewell and get on with our home-grown vegetables instead. And trust me, that’s going to be so much more enjoyable for all of us.
Filed under: Hard labour, Potager project — Clare @ 6:47 pm
Wow, you had plants to keep.
We just had grass and a scooter… Not that we knew about the scooter in advance.
(04.06.07 @ 12:53 pm)
Ah well, this is because some years ago we did clear the garden of a huge pile of rubbish down the very end – we found copper piping, a satellite dish and even a car dashboard. Lots of fun.
Then we got someone in to lay us an oval lawn. Never again. That period is now known as the ‘Witch’s tit incident’ because that’s the interpretation of oval these garden idiots gave us.
Once I got over the trauma we put in our own lawn, kind of in the shape of a comma or apostrophe (whichever you prefer), which has been lovely. Except for the fact that we seldom mow it on account of having to spend so much of our gardening time down te allotment battling weeds…
(04.06.07 @ 1:06 pm)