Slow?
Salmon Rhododendron
Some days I am a really slow gardener. So slow that I wonder - just a little - am I actually getting slower? Less of the andante, more of the largo? Larghissimo? Eek!
On my early morning walk this morning with the dogs and the camera I kept on seeing weeds, and annual grasses, and messy edges, and lawns cluttered with strips of gum bark, and plants that needed watering. Glad I was only carrying my camera - if I'd taken my notebook and pen with me I could have filled five pages with lists of things to do. Scary!
So I decided I would work really hard all day and make a huge difference. Oh really? I trimmed and weeded in the garden behind the Stables. Four hours work, going really slowly, almost nothing to show for it. Kept looking around, expecting to see progress. Humph. Didn't even clean up my mess. Mooched inside, not happy.
Wednesday 5th November
Woke up still feeling cross with myself. Time for a wee pep talk. Slow is OK. Slow is careful and thoughtful. Slow can be very enjoyable. It's my garden. Who says I have to be speedy and clean up afterwards?
Armed with new resolve, I had the best day ever. If I noticed something little that needed doing, I stopped and sorted it. Picked up all the firewood logs from the lawns, watered the tomatoes in the veggie garden, carted dry mess over from the driveway. Even got the cricketers out from the Olearia hedge so they could resume play. They've been off for rain for an awfully long time!
The Cricket Season Has Started!
When I got tired I just sat down, cleared more forget-me-nots, and pulled out more annual grasses. AND I CLEANED UP YESTERDAY'S MESS!
Rose on House Arch
The only thing I didn't do was brush my hair. If that's my only misdemeanour, well whoopie doo! The shaggy English sheepdog look is just fine!