Thank you September!
September has been THE most beautiful garden month ever. Things I've worked hard on are looking great. Things I bothered to do (e.g. buy in daffodils and put them in pots) are just beautiful. The blossom is amazing. The forget-me-nots are so pretty. Gush, gush...
For something completely different I thought I'd spend the morning painting garden furniture and fences. Decided to test myself on the Adirondack chair which sits above the Frisbee Lawn. Tried to scrape the lichen off (not a total success). Found a paint brush, tried to open the big tin of paint (left over from the roof). Oh really? Couldn't, and nor could I work out how to.
Middle of Allotment Garden
Three hours later...
So I went weeding in the Allotment Garden instead. My neighbour passed by on her driveway : 'My, that looks like hard work'. The not-so-nice me replied that yes, it was, considering that all the weeds had blown in from her weedy paddocks. The polite me (I do have one of those) just smiled and said what a lovely day it was. Humph!
Now the slightly grumpy me is inside for lunch, wondering if there is any way to remove little annual grasses other than pulling them out one by one. She shrugs her slightly sore shoulders - might as well keep on going, get into the blissful, ostinato rhythm of hand weeding. The not-so-nice me pipes up and suggests throwing all the weeds back over the fence where they belong. Hmm...
End of the Allotment Garden
After two more hours...
Sore fingers! That's about as much weeding the piano-playing me can cope with in one day. Have sort of done most of the Allotment Garden - a pretty vague comment, but I've been trying my best. Got my hair stuck a few times underneath the fence-line roses.
End of the Allotment Garden
The slightly grumpy me shifted her little watering hoses, decided that the flow was pathetic, and how could she efficiently water all the Camellias etc. without resorting to plodding around carrying heavy buckets? But guess what happened after dark? Ha! Rain on the roof! Nice wind-free rain, quite strong, perfect for all those Camellias. Phew!
Happiness reigned (rained?) as the water splattered down.