Mapping out the garden
Cleaning the garden is much more favourable then cleaning the house! But just like the house, I have a habit of changing things around. The garden never seems to look the same one year to the next and quite often, my kind and unassuming husband (a creature of habit) gets quite exasperated with my ‘uplifting’ projects. But I cannot help myself! I see things quite differently, one season to the next. So it’s out with a spade, a fork and a pair of wellies. Oh! And a sketch pad too!
Making a map of the garden is something I have always enjoyed doing. It’s a bit like art work! However, just like a sat nav, my paths around the garden don’t always lead to anywhere in particular. But I do try to make the journey interesting by adding plants that make me smile or herbs that, when I brush past them, release a smell that can only be described as delightful!
Today, I looked at the compost bins and decided they ought to be moved to an area of the garden where they can’t be seen. However, when I turned to walk back up the garden path, I saw my kind and unassuming husband watching me. He was smiling and shaking his head so I guess I will have to work harder on that one.
And for those of my readers who would like an update on our home for waifs and strays, here a few. Remember the baby chicks we had? Well they are almost fully grown and chase each other around the garden like excited children. I do think, however, that one is a cockerel and I’m waiting for the day he wakes us up...and the rest of the village!
All seems quiet in our log store, where last week there was evidence of a polecat or ferret. I guess it’s moved on for the time being, I sigh with relief! And do you remember Miss Broody Pants? Well she is still sitting on an empty nest, wishing and hoping for more young ones. We keep lifting her off and feeding her, but at the first opportunity, she scurries back.
The tadpoles are gaining their legs and soon the garden will be a hive of activity. The apple trees are full of blossom and so are the pear and the plum trees. The spring cabbage is ready to pick (if the hens have left me any) and the potatoes are all planted.
So as you can see, life at our home is busy as usual but never too busy that I can't sit by the pond with a cup of sweet tea and just think!