Poor fingers!
Foxgloves
Gardening is very hand and finger intensive - well, the way I garden certainly is, with my tools of choice being breadknives, scissors, and steak knives. Always interesting when I try to play some fast Haydn on the piano. Mind you, secateurs are just as bad.
Friday 14th November
Today I planted out the flowering annuals - purple Cornflowers by the house, Calendulas in pots. Popped some silver beet seedlings in pots on the patio to try them out.
Got the scissors...
Then I got the kitchen scissors and cleared the top of the front lawn. It's a bit of a trade off - of course I could use the shears, but then I'd need to stand up. Being a more mature gardener I prefer to sit down. Chopped up forget-me-nots for mulch. Trimmed the long grass clumps (which the lawn mower has missed). Dug a few pieces of Periwinkle out of the lawn. Though I don't think it can be called a lawn - it's bald of finer grasses, and covered in debris from the gum trees.
I had to stop because I'm playing piano tonight in a gig. I need my fingers to be working well. Must remember to scrub my fingernails (which are a disgrace) in case anyone comes too close to admire the piano-playing hands, hee hee.
Saturday 15th November
Back to the matter at hand (ha ha). Clean up my mess. Clean up my mess. CLEAN UP MY MESS! Am back from swimming and it's 'greying up' rather ominously outside. Time to take some rose photographs. And clean up yesterday's mess.
One and a half hours later : splodges of rain. Then thunder. A pheasant in the hedge honking his head off. More thunder, closer. More honking. Then real rain. Had cleaned up half my mess, which is better than no mess. Came inside. The pheasant is still honking - silly bird. Scary when one flies low over me, or I surprise one snoozing in the irises. What a noisy kerfuffle it is to get airborne!