Having a bit of a wobble at present. And looking for ways to restore equilibrium.
How often do I hear folk on Gardener’s Wold extolling the therapeutic virtues of gardening and green spaces!? All the time, of course.
Earlier in the day I cancelled the second delivery shift I’d booked. Just too tired! So, ‘pon returning from my first, and now only delivery shift, I go out into the garden. Despite the lowering glowering darkening clouds, heavy with the threat/promise of rain.
I’ve chosen to trim the Laurel bush right back. I might even take it out completely. So’s I can enlarge the pond. Hmmm!?
Teresa’s on the warpath about it! Uh-oh…
The thing is, it’s going to be a heck of a lot easier to work on the pond without that poking me all time. The temptation to enlarge the pond is also growing in strength.
One of the great things about getting out of the house, whether it’s work or pleasure, gardening, or whatever, is the unexpected.
Our little Robin buddy was a major tonic for me today. As I worked and cleared, he busied himself finding insects for his babes. And he was bold as brass, coming up very close.
I was charmed and beguiled by what he was doing. I wonder what – beside a feeding opportunity – he made of me?
Some time later… I’m trying to hack out the stump of the Laurel bush. Much, much, much easier said than done! Robin is popping by regularly, to feed and socialise. What a little dude!
One of the things making this job sooo much harder is the spoil of rubble, broken glass, and bricks… even whole bricks, that’s all around the roots.