Six o’clock in the morning begorrah. Up early for the milking. Discovered that the milk jug was already full and in the fridge awaiting deployment. It is now in position on the tea tray along with two mugs and the green teapot with two teabags. The kettle has been filled and is ready to be clicked on. It is, however, twirly to make the tea. Far twirly. I am therefore occupying my time in the conservatory half light watching nature gradually paint over the numbers on the canvas that is the back garden. The yellows of the daffodils have already been coloured in and there is ample evidence of green brush strokes elsewhere. A light breeze adds life to the scene. We await the emergence of foliage but that is for another day. A different brush.
The 112 words of the opening paragraph took ten minutes to pen.
Successful enough day yesterday. We have a plan for the compost bins. The weather is set fair for the week so should get the job finished. Fingers crossed eh? Tom the tree man is coming to do the hedges today and I’ll ask him if he can cut some more logs into smaller rounds. THG needs to be able to get her car out to go to the Pink Ladies running club so that will need managing. The skip is still in the drive which could prove to be a slight nuisance when it comes to manoeuvring Tom’s truck and THG’s wheels.
I doubt we will see the fox today, what with all the hedge action going on. Maybe. It was caught on cctv at 18:06 yesterday whilst I was in the shed but prior to that not for a few days. I have kept the record but the lake cam doesn’t detect all the comings and goings as the fox often now enters the garden through the beech hedge nearer the house and leaves through the hole in the fence the other side, behind the raised beds. I may invest in another trailcam and tie it to a post looking down at that hole. See how I feel innit. You have to draw the line somewhere but without it the story may be incomplete.
Interesting that I feel I have the energy to get on with gardening jobs as never before. Perhaps it is because I have more time but the removal of the hip issue has certainly been the biggest factor. Looking up I’ve just noticed that the clock in the conservatory has stopped at two minutes to eight. Not sure I can be bothered to replace the battery. The clock looks nice but I hardly ever rely on it to tell the time. Never in fact. I can tell you that it is six twenty eight and time for me to click that kettle on.
St Patrick’s day.
