26 August 2008
On un-neighbourly thoughts
I’m supposed to be on holiday right now, or off work at least. But tightening our belts means that we have not planned to go away and this, combined with me falling behind at work thanks to being a bit poorly sick a little while ago, means that I have today been stuck at home in front of the computer trying to work with little success. I’m suffering from a major lack of motivation.
It’s not just in relation to work either. The weather is dry and the sun winks at us from time to time so I could be in the garden doing some bits and pieces. But I find myself feeling a bit disappointed with it all, to be honest. My leeks and onions have been trampled to bits by our local fox (the beds they are in just happen to be the local fox thoroughfare). My squash plants are huge and impressive and flowering profusely, but show no signs of producing fruit. My courgettes are still miles away from glut-ness. The tomatoes, as well as looking foolish thanks to my complete misunderstanding of Mr Flowerdew’s ripening instructions, appear to have blight.
I think that the main reason for the difficulties in the garden is to do with our neighbours. No, really. The house next door was empty for a long time and since new neighbours have moved in (a year ago?) they have not touched their garden at all. This means that they have a huge patch of shoulder-height grass and weeds. Worse than that are the huge conifers next to our garden that shade couple of my veg beds. We had hoped to negotiate with the new neighbours about getting rid of these monstrosities, but given that we have barely laid eyes on them this is proving to be rather difficult. A friend of mine has suggested that we sneak into their garden and poison the trees so they die. I’d like to find a solution that doesn’t involve criminal damage, but in my imagination I am a chainsaw-wielding demon. Must. Resist.
I’m sure that my end of summer flatness will not last long. I will feel much happier about both work and the garden in no time at all. But those bloody trees will still be there and the neighbours will still be like phantoms. In which case, all future gardening disasters will be attributed to them. Ner ner ne ner ner!
Yes, I feel much better now. Thank you.
Filed under: Mulch — Clare @ 2:45 pm