The best way to garden is to put on a wide-brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. And with a hoe in one hand and a cold drink in the other, tell someone else where to dig.~ Texas Bix BenderI don't know if it's a sin; I do know I live too much in my head. It's exhausting ~ as Liddy is finding out. So now the term is practically over & I can leave Star reading in bed with a good conscience I decided that now we oficially have autumn weather, crisp mornings, cool evenings, it was time to do something I rarely get a chance to indulge in during term time: garden. Naturally it has begun to rain.
Nothing detered I grabbed Marlow, who is prone to cry if I am out of sight for more than 2 minutes & drive the entire house insane, & joined Kirby in the yard. Marlow was rather shocked to find himself outside & unceromoniously dumped among the weeds. Kirby, on the other hand, was absolutely delighted. He parked himself to get the best view of my activities & watched with interest as I started planting these out. We began with 1/2 a dozen from mum's several years ago. They propogate themselves prolifically & are a wonderful groundcover & hole filler with the added bonus of getting a pretty mauve & white iris style flower with a yellow centre. A little mondo grass to plug the smaller holes & voila!
We beat the rain~ just. I called the cats & headed in. Kirby shot between my legs at the fist spits knowing what was coming but Marlow, who I'm sure is as thick as a brick & unused to the great outdoors, was so taken with the novelty of the exercise he'd ignored my call. As the rain arrived in torrents he cowered on the ramp to the verandah not wanting to slink round the corner into a biting wind & race for the door. Instead he simply mewed pathetically. I had to go rescue him. He is pathetic. Totally, absolutely pathetic. And everyone in this house panders to him. His neurosis is indulged. Everyone from Dearest to Star pick him up & cuddle him while making reassuring noises that they will find his alpha for him & life will be just fine.
So in between showers I will be digging holes & planting seedlings. I will rake my yard because we don't believe in grass. It's a surface feeder & heavy water user & no~one in this country of long term drought should ever grow grass ~ not that my opinion ever stopped anyone but thems my thinks.
I am hoping for some fine weather. Liddy & Dino & I want to redo the veggie garden before the cold weather sets in. I'm not real hopeful. Easter here is sodden more often than not. This year looks like running true to form. Maybe I will drag out a canvas & paint. A little time is a heady feeling. I feel a rush of blood to the brain.
'All gardeners live in beautiful places, because they make them so.'~ Joseph Joubert