Tuesday, 3 September 2013
The Reluctant Gardener
I wish he was here. He would love tackling our garden.
Mr A popped home late on Friday. Another of his flying visits. It was dark of course and he went off to inspect the state of the garden with a torch. He was dismayed. Things seem to be dying. There were so many weeds that it was difficult to see anything decent growing. He wasn't happy at all. (Just as well it was dark. It looked far worse in daylight).
It's my responsibility to water the garden every day. But clearly I'm not doing it properly. I should be weeding too really, but my arthritic fingers and back make it difficult. Mr A bought a strimmer a while ago which he thought might help just to reduce the height of the weeds. I attempted to use it once or twice but managed to get it clogged up and it stopped working.
My ideal garden would be one that has no soil, and is completely paved or cemented, with manageable pots of flowers. But Mr A likes to grow things. Unfortunately though he isn't here enough to make sure they don't die.
He was quite angry about it all. I can't say I blame him, although most of the anger was really due to the stress of working such long hours and being exhausted. Something he admitted later.
However, I did feel a pang of guilt. I really could do more than I do, even though I hate it.
The dogs are now getting me up very early in the morning, so on Saturday I decided that I would attempt to tackle the garden. I worked for three hours until it was too hot to do more. Then again early evening. I repeated this performance on Sunday and yesterday. It was bloody hard work and my fingers, arms and back are suffering. But it's more or less now in a state that I can manage. It's not quite so difficult now to pull up a few weeds each day, and I am giving everything much more water than I had been, so am hoping that those trees and plants that appeared to be on their last legs, might pick up.
I so envy those of you who actually get enjoyment out of all this. I never will, but I recognise that I have to keep on top of it until Mr A has finished working.....roll on the end of September!