Had this theory about the front garden .
It went "the front garden has gone a bit wild this year given the extreme heat and mucho rain . So better to let the lot go over , die down and thus be easily got ready for winter and then the snowdrops etc ,"
( Snowdrops start the cavalcade of the years returning treats : snowdrops , crocuses , scillas , daffodils , tulips and so on and on ...... )
Did you see what I did there ? Gloss over the fact that I have spent most of my time post lockdown by ocean , by estuary , beside myself with glee .
Anyway chicken in oven , saxophonist on pruning , me to do the rest .
Theory rubbish , work exhausting and time consuming only compensated by fantasy of having a gun full of liquid manure and Monty Don in my sights .
The holly was the worst .
Back indoors new Nigel Slater lemon chicken recipe on table .Extra fat lemons to squeeze atop the juicy joys .
Facts : holly pricks your hands and forearms .An enthusiast with a fat lemon will find this out as the lemon juice hits the holly leaf punctures on her forearms . This causes an effect and quite a dramatic one at that .
Observation : Perhaps reassess gardening schedule for next year .
Time at the seaside is always first choice. All in good time, the garden can be reined in. Lemon chicken sounds delicious.
ReplyDeleteI think you have invented a new, festive form of torture.
ReplyDeleteI vote for time at the seashore. Of course depending on if you have actual winter, the front garden might now be a problem. Here, I'd have a 10' jungle come next spring!
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to the allotment?
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