The Boy on Top
Well...you really do have a beautiful garden and I'd spend a lot of time out there appreciating it, if it were me. With a G&T, a book a comfy lounger and a large shady umbrella.
I love gardens but I loathe gardening. Hate having sand on my hands..and all those creepy crawlies ...make me want to throw up.
Then there's the maintenance....ugh...*shudders*...
Nope - if I ever have a garden again (and I did, I just never worked in it), then I'll have to have a gardener too.
Yup, we've got the big umbrella and lots of comfy chairs. There's even a hammock under one of the apple trees. We do have a gardener though, he does the not so fun stuff like mowing and weeding. TB
We're doing some major ivy and bramble clearing this week, in readiness to take down a dying tree (only a boring old pine, no loss). The sort of get-stuck-in-ness that I enjoy.
I miss having a gardener. Don't know anyone suitable at present though, as employing someone full time and taking on their NI contributions and stuff isn't an option. Kenny was already a pensioner when he started to work here.
Our current gardener is an OAP (which I would never ever call him to his face) who does us part time for his beer and golf fund. We're as much his hobby as a job (he really doesn't need the money). Don't know what we'd do without him, as previous gardeners didn't work nearly so well, and it was a bit of a turnstyle job with a new one every year. He's 72 now though, so we won't have him about for ever! TB
Lovely oasis you have there. New Invention, how appropriate considering your family history dear ex-pat!
I'm ashamed to say I've never managed to make it to B.C. and I have family in Victoria! I know.. awful isn't it!
For shame you typical Easterner you! Victoria is lovely (if almost tweely quaint). As a woman with luggage you really should get out there... TB
Just this year, for the first time in the three years since we moved in, I got down on hands and knees to tackle that wee plot of land in front of my house.
Not through love of gardening, not through desire for loveliness out front, but merely social pressure: I was sadly aware we were becoming the trailer trash of the street. Not that anyone had said anything. Because we're civil, we Canadians...
But watch me stick a few petunias out front, and see the neighbours come out! One with a mat of Creeping Jenny, one with something green and fragrant, one with something that's tall, and will, apparently, have yellow flowers on top.
Evidently, they are eager to encourage me in my horticultural endeavours. I'm not sure whether to be pleased or mortified.
The twitching curtains effect is strong. I can understand the pleasure vs mortification dilema. When I was living in Calgary in the late 80's I completely ignored our front and back lawn other than mowing it occasionally. One year in and I got a very cautious neighbour coming over with a cake and some potted plants. I took the hint.
England though wow, gardening is a competition sport! TB
What a great family story, and my mouth is watering at the thought of fresh veggies...beefsteak tomatoes...yum!
It is so hot and humid here in Texas. If you were any closer, I'd come hang in your garden for the day!
Its a garden worth hanging out in, even if its humid (which it is here at the moment). I have a sister who lived in Dallas for a time, plus I used to work in Oil, so was down there frequently. I know what those summers are like! TB
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