The calendar has finally caught up and it’s now officially spring, something we’ve known for a couple of weeks. And spring has sprung in my back garden, with changes in one week that nearly made me cry.
Gardening in now my favourite pastime. It’s the touchstone to the rest of my life. It’s Sioux’s jazz, or Cat’s purple. My spiritual home. I pass hours happily alone in the garden. I try and blank out the planes and listen only to the birds and the twigs I tread on.
Over the last two summers the work outside has been back breaking. Cutting down 16 foot high ivy, that was growing up two now chopped down Sycamores, thus revealing a hitherto unknown 15 square foot of land. Unfortunately it was covered in 1.2 tonnes of rubble posing as a ‘rockery’, which needed to be shifted. Then laying foundations for a new six by six foot shed, oh and erecting it next to the new raised veg patch.
Somewhere in between all of this I spent every Saturday and Sunday, plus20 mins every week day morning and evening, doing work that only I noticed. Such as weeding, pruning, planting, mowing and generally maintaining. And having had no experience at all, I learnt it all on my feet. It’s design time now and lawn repair.
Now the labouring is over I finally have the opportunity to make the garden a more social space and I’m considering getting some sort of big out door couch that’s seats at least 2. I’m really looking forward to sitting out there more with a roaring fire going and maybe chuck on a bit of (responsibly sourced) peat. Get some candles going. Cup of hot tea.
Man I’ve changed.
This time last year it was raining all the time and there was a freak hailstorm over the garden.
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