She has been wondering where Brian was. For his plot, which is normally immaculate with not one piece of grass longer than another or a weed in sight, has been looking a bit un-cared for recently.
So everyone is different, they don't 'live' in each other's pockets and there are times when she goes to work and apart from calling out "hello" or waving at someone, she does not speak to anyone.
Sometimes someone will amble onto her plot and sit with a mug of coffee but apart from the height of summer when people socialise with a BBQ or coffee breaks, everyone just does the hard (back and hip breaking) work.
Gardening is not for sissies! The oxygen in the wind bleaches your hair and makes it dry, soil is drying for your hands unless you manage to keep them on all the time and it makes you tired.
The other side is that you eat fresh fruit and vegetables and you get exercise, fresh air and sleep well and you can pick your own flowers, if you grow them, which she does.
Ah yes.. fresh vegetables! I know that she has started a lot of peas off at home, I wonder if, this year, I will get to taste a freshly picked pea?
Usually she eats them like sweeties (except she does not eat sweeties) they are picked and popped into her mouth, like Golden Autumn Raspberries but there are lots and lots of them this year and a couple of trays of Oregon Snow Peas as well.
So I am in with a chance..
She did more work on the asparagus bed, then pulled four of the heavy manure bags into place and slit the bags open, it will act as a mulch and help to enrich the soil.
Old wind decided to drive her mad, her hair is too short to tie back and she had forgotten her cap, plus it was getting chilly so she locked up and left early, in time to catch the four of the clock bus.
Into Waitrose to pick up a paper, suddenly there was a dreadful noise, it sounded like an explosion, everyone rushed to the front of the shop, to see that the sky had gone black and torrential rain was pounding the pavement!
It was thunder, a storm was over-head and whilst she was in the queue to pay, there were three more extremely loud claps. Thank goodness for her old oiled jacket with the hood as she got home dry.
Now, I know we asked for a 'little' rain as the top soil was a bit dry but snow fell as well yesterday, we didn't ask for the white stuff to come back. But it will help the mulch on the asparagus bed!
Today? It poured with rain this morning so there was no gardening today, she played with me, we have eaten delicious food, done some chores, read yesterday's papers, spoken with a couple of friends and Leigh has invited US for supper next week.
Yes, I will sit on her head at the dining table and poor Otto will think he is seeing 'Bird Hats' again. All good fun.. PipPip.. FlapFlap Dear Readers.
Now where is Brett?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 23rd, 2014.
Postscript: Brett is our other neighbour.
Yesterday, she took the kitchen waste out to the garden to bury it, yes, I know that sounds odd but everything, except things that mr.rat would like to dig up to eat, is put into these deep trenches and then mr. bean or mr.pea are planted on top.
Whom she should meet at the main gate but her plot neighbour who has been absent, he was looking fit and well! "So where have you been, no-one has seen you for ages, we thought you had given up your plot, are you ok?", she asked him.
He smiled and replied that, apart from a bout of flu, he was extremely well and then explained his absence was due to his working overseas on a film with Diane Keaton.
Yes, he is a proper worker-on-films is 'our' Brian and tucked away in his charming home, he has an Oscar.. for Best Set Designing.
It is funny (peculiar) how different all these plot holders are.
It is funny (peculiar) how different all these plot holders are.
There was a charming American called Charlie.. very good with Dahlias was Charlie but she had no idea what he did because they always spoke about gardening whenever they had a coffee on his or her plot.
It was not until she had a BBQ about eight years ago and one of the other guests exclaimed in delight.. "Charlie, how great to see you".. and the two of them started talking a little bit of 'shop'.
It was not until she had a BBQ about eight years ago and one of the other guests exclaimed in delight.. "Charlie, how great to see you".. and the two of them started talking a little bit of 'shop'.
She turned to Patsy, his wife, (a Professor of 16th
century French Literature and asked her "What does Charlie do?", her response was "He has just retired from Rothschilds, he was their Gas & Oil expert".
century French Literature and asked her "What does Charlie do?", her response was "He has just retired from Rothschilds, he was their Gas & Oil expert".
So everyone is different, they don't 'live' in each other's pockets and there are times when she goes to work and apart from calling out "hello" or waving at someone, she does not speak to anyone.
Sometimes someone will amble onto her plot and sit with a mug of coffee but apart from the height of summer when people socialise with a BBQ or coffee breaks, everyone just does the hard (back and hip breaking) work.
Gardening is not for sissies! The oxygen in the wind bleaches your hair and makes it dry, soil is drying for your hands unless you manage to keep them on all the time and it makes you tired.
The other side is that you eat fresh fruit and vegetables and you get exercise, fresh air and sleep well and you can pick your own flowers, if you grow them, which she does.
Ah yes.. fresh vegetables! I know that she has started a lot of peas off at home, I wonder if, this year, I will get to taste a freshly picked pea?
Usually she eats them like sweeties (except she does not eat sweeties) they are picked and popped into her mouth, like Golden Autumn Raspberries but there are lots and lots of them this year and a couple of trays of Oregon Snow Peas as well.
So I am in with a chance..
She did more work on the asparagus bed, then pulled four of the heavy manure bags into place and slit the bags open, it will act as a mulch and help to enrich the soil.
Old wind decided to drive her mad, her hair is too short to tie back and she had forgotten her cap, plus it was getting chilly so she locked up and left early, in time to catch the four of the clock bus.
Into Waitrose to pick up a paper, suddenly there was a dreadful noise, it sounded like an explosion, everyone rushed to the front of the shop, to see that the sky had gone black and torrential rain was pounding the pavement!
It was thunder, a storm was over-head and whilst she was in the queue to pay, there were three more extremely loud claps. Thank goodness for her old oiled jacket with the hood as she got home dry.
Now, I know we asked for a 'little' rain as the top soil was a bit dry but snow fell as well yesterday, we didn't ask for the white stuff to come back. But it will help the mulch on the asparagus bed!
Today? It poured with rain this morning so there was no gardening today, she played with me, we have eaten delicious food, done some chores, read yesterday's papers, spoken with a couple of friends and Leigh has invited US for supper next week.
Yes, I will sit on her head at the dining table and poor Otto will think he is seeing 'Bird Hats' again. All good fun.. PipPip.. FlapFlap Dear Readers.
Now where is Brett?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 23rd, 2014.
Postscript: Brett is our other neighbour.
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