My little world is a work in progress
it is raining and I did not want to soup up the picture quality.
As many of you know over quite a few years I looked after my
husband who developed Alzheimer's disease.
During that time, with the help of a severe drought, my once
immaculate garden went to rack and ruin, helped along by well
meaning but illogical help by himself.
Today, I finally had someone to help. He cut the large areas of
grass with a ride-on mower and set to with a will with a
brush-cutter as well.
As if by magic, paths came to light and I no longer was
soaked to the knees when reading the rain gauge.
Mowing is like making your bed, a large area looks tidy
and gives one courage
but masses of hard work remain.
This may not look like much but this patch of rank weeds
is actually three large flower beds, the width of my house.
It will have to wait for two weeks for the next onslaught.
The front/side garden is also better for the mowing, now
I can at least get to the beds to start weeding!
In anticipation of the help, I had already started weeding this
enormous bed . . mainly to get my broad beans and snow peas
into the lovely moist ground.
A seemingly little patch that I have cleared in a hurry as the
tulips are already coming up although winter has barely arrived!
It is a monstrously large bed to weed. You may wonder at the
black plastic garbage bag, with good reason.
Seeds and perennial weeds would go rampant in a compost heap
but in a garbag, left in the sun for 3 months, they turn into
beautiful, weed free, compost.
Bleeding profusely, I managed to weed under the two roses above,
and with the courage I had gained from having some help,
even planted the Buddleia below and mulched it with
sheep crutchings.
Maybe next time I will present a more interesting post,
for today, I am too bushed from all the gardening
but
I have had an absolutely lovely time!
