Rhythms...
Sunday morning rhythms - singing the perky, accented patterns in Byrd's 3-Part Mass. In the garden afterwards, things are much more languid 'A piacere' sitting in the veggie patch scooping dirt around, shuffling backwards slowly on my bottom (and nearly losing my gardening shorts, which are too loose).
Spent ages weeding, planting peas, spring onions, and the rest of the potatoes, clearing old forget-me-nots from the nearby borders, enjoying the roses. And now my reward - a cold Kombucha and the cricket o watch. Yeay!
Monday November 19th
Today the rhythm of gardening life involves filling the wheelbarrow with yesterday's mess and plodding (andante) to and from the bonfire. Then I am allowed to make more mess, hee hee. Pulling out the annual grasses from the end of the Hump Garden would be a good idea.
Later...
I think I did OK. But I could have done better - story of my gardening life. I spent ages clearing more forget-me-nots. Had to throw out today's socks (too many biddi-bids) and my loose-as-a-goose shorts (for practical reasons - one cannot leave one's shorts behind when weeding).
Clearing Behind the Big Gum Tree
Then I went up behind the big gum tree on the front lawn and started digging out a new garden area. This will definitely be a place for the toughest of shrubs. Rhododendrons need not apply!
Tried not to disturb the seedling Euphorbias. But will dig out some huge ones that are past their use-by-date. Genista 'Little Imp' is welcome to self-seed in here, and I'll cover the bare dirt with forget-me-not mulch. 'Rallentando'.