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A semi-mature, hardy individual who tries to get away with doing as little as possible in gardening as in life, still expects the best results & wonders why she is frequently disappointed! She likes to keep a photographic record of everything, good & frequently bad!

Monday, 26 October 2009

What a load of c**p!

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I am referring here to the real thing, not just my humble opinion. I really am sorry but I have to unburden myself….

Now one of the problems of working in other people’s gardens is having to deal with whatever other people’s pets have deposited there! Now I am not squeamish: I have always had cats myself. People do try to ‘de-poo’ & most of the time I just kick/flick these deposits out of the way, wearing appropriate protective clothing of course, & carry on with whatever I am doing. Part of gardening life.

Recently however I was working in a garden of a very good neighbour which I have been doing for a number of years. They have always had 2 cats (usual problems) but have recently acquired a Jack Russell. The last visit was OK but this time I had to give up after a couple of hours as I felt quite nauseous. Things were not helped by the fact it had been raining heavily. I won’t go on.

Needless to say I have not yet plucked up the courage to tell friend/neighbour that I gave up & why: he will be so mortified (& so he should be you may think) but as a good catholic he seems to carry about a huge burden of guilt about so many things in life that I don’t like to add to it. No related pictures thankfully: I will just add a couple of something much more pleasant taken during a recent socktastic visit to Kew gardens.

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Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Do you want to see my bare bits?

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Boring I know but I thought I would let you see that I have been making progress on my wannabe Hampton Court Flower Show planting scheme! At last it is as empty as it is going to get!

Now it is struggling round my garden, tripping over pots & bags of plants, both new & from the garden, so I can corral those that are to be planted.


Above is an ‘only just started’ picture.

067 A not very good before I began picture out of the bedroom window. Actually, I now see most of the bed in question is hidden. Still it places it in the context of the larger picture or some such drivel!

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

The colours are coming to Kew

Kew 11Oct 2009 002 It has started but still has a long way to go. We need some frosts at night to really get those glorious colours at their best. In the meantime …………….

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Thursday, 8 October 2009

My lily haiku

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In honour of National Poetry Day…..

I love you lily

Oh why did I leave you to

Suffer the slug fest?

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(With apologies)

Friday, 2 October 2009

What glorious & gratifyingly green grass.


So yesterday evening I had a rather unexpected trip out & found myself sitting in front of a most ridiculously luscious green striped sward which despite heavy use from looked nigh on perfect. Why could my little little lawn not look as good.  No wonder, I saw maintenance being carried out on it later that same evening – what dedication. Not a lazy trollop lawn then!

We had a lovely walk along the Thames in the twilight to get there. To the right of where I was sitting was a little cottage, a Grade 2 listed building. The lighting showed everything to perfection once the darkness had covered the sky. Very soon we were treated to some very impressive German choral singing, to be honest a little loud for me, but it continued all evening other than a short rest break.

It was a very satisfying evening all told, completed with another walk along the Thames looking at the glittering lights of urban night-life, but was this another garden visit or some other mysterious evening out?