Oh dear or words to that extent! During the morning yesterday I received another set of stuff I’d forgotten all about. A large can of paint with new brushes appeared. Now the gardener is running out of useful jobs I obviously thought it was time to repaint some of the garden chairs...not to mention the summer house. In due course I expect he’ll get round to it......eventually.
The wheel barrow is now sitting waiting by the back gate for the expected compost. My gardener will not run out of things to do for a little while.......
I really must not sit deliberating on what I can get from the internet without having to actually leave the house. It’s becoming a habit. But there’s no danger of the gardener getting bored or me either come to that.
Whilst waiting for it all to arrive I’ve been taking stock of other things needed. But this is a slippery slope I should try to avoid. So one lesson has been learned. Hopefully.
The garden is a very long one. It was a field with cows on it before we bought it. No trees. It’s a long field basically.
Everything in it is fruitful right now. Apple trees, small pears, raspberry and blackberry all growing in abundance...the gooseberries are over...in pies mostly. But there’s plenty up there to keep me busy during the summer and early Autumn. I counted. Seventy two trees and bushes ...all doing well!
I did invite in all the children from the school when I was a school governor. They all loved it but had to be prevented from climbing and swinging from the trees. My gardeners sister was a fellow school governor too and together we did our best to keep them in reasonable order. But the invitation was never repeated. I was too conscious of what could happen both to the garden and to them.
Making a field into a wooded garden has been a great joy.....I am indeed a very fortunate women.
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We are in the process of reducing the height of our hedges, which are currently at about 8 feet high, needing a ladder to cut the top. I need them down to shoulder height and no more. Fortunately a neighbour has offered to help. Composting the waste isn't an option, our small garden doesn't have the space for one, particularly as it doubles as a garage for two cars.
Disposing of garden waste means trips to the local recycling centre and payment. But it's a necessary evil in an urban environment, We regret planting the bushes a good 25 years ago, as they have thrived, and I was younger and able to cope. Now, getting a bit doddery and climbing ladders isn't an option as a fall a couple of years ago, determined me not to do so any more.
What we now need is probably to take out the bushes and plant flowers instead, but the spouse favours climbing stuff, and we could end up with a similar drama in the future. So, cutting the bushes down to size and being ruthless with the hedge trimmer in the future is the way ahead.
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