I have had an amazing weekend of doing nothing....
My garden is lovely, until I look at other peoples and then closer at mine and I always think, I wish my garden was like that, or why can't I be that creative. My problem is in my head I'm a gardener...I have plans for it, a vision... A pagoda there with a swing and plants growing up the side, a rockery and pond there with a hidden section, fruit and veg growing down that side...perfect.
Reality is I'm no gardener at all..firstly I haven't got the strength, stamina or ability to keep on top of what I've got, let alone create something wonderful and my old man would concrete all of it if he had his way and stick pots on it. To be honest, I'm was warming to that until my lovely neighbour, Annette, finally beat me down and said that she would come in and dig it over, weed it and tidy it up for me. She is a gardener and I have refused her continually for the last six months, always wanting to do it myself, mainly because I'm too proud to admit that actually I do need help. It was another one of those, "I'm not letting my back rule my life" situations. I am not going up give in. However, at the end of a gardening session for me I can't stand up straight and I'm in total agony, hips, back, shoulders everything is on fire.
Last weekend was a big eye opener, physically and mentally and both my lovely neighbours knew that. When I got home last weekend, my other lovely neighbour, Di, was weeding my drive and tidying out the front. This weekend I agreed to Annette doing my back garden and although I felt awful letting her do it, she did such an amazing job. My left hand bed looks tidy, she found plants I forgot I had due to the ever growing bindweed which gets everywhere. She gave me a few potting plants to put in my hangers which were dead. It meant no bending, lifting, just standing and creating pretty pots. I can manage that!
It was lovely to be in the sunshine and in the garden making it look pretty.
A huge big thank you to both my lovely neighbours. What would I do without you. Xxx
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