Today I am writing in praise of digging. I love it in all its mucky, back-breaking glory. Over the last week I have been digging up my front garden – not because a. I urgently need the space for potatoes, what with the credit crunch and all, or b. I think there’s an Iron Age burial ground nestling underneath my manky turf. No, I am creating a dry garden – a little arid desert of cactus and succulents. This entails taking up said manky turf and scattering pea shingle willy nilly. Now, unlike the majority of people in my very comfortably-off barrio, I don’t have recourse to Girls in Gardens or The Bush Man or Mister Green and his Magic Fingers. I do it myself, but oh, the pleasure. I won’t bore you with the size of my worms or the depth of my roots. Suffice it to say I’ve blown my bushes to buggery and ripped out my weeds with a savagery I never knew I had. Aaarrrggghhhh.�
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I do think that a front garden competition, arid desert etc etc might just upset your neighbour who has already got an arid desert setup ! go easy thats my advice, you might just get a neighbourly smashed windscreen or a kick in the face, a gardener scorned and all that !.
I think its all just the benifit from physical activity. Building my cement rendered hollow brick wall in Portugal gave me a similar feeling of euforia even in temps. of plus 30 degs.. But then I did have Colin to show me the ropes and Fiona to apply cold damp towels to my head and carry out any necessary repair work to damaged nails and such things.
Yes, I too am in praise of the great out-doors activities………. what ever they may be!
Eddie, I can well imagine you building a wall in the blistering heat. I bet you were moaning for Ireland. By the way, are you turning into George Michael? All this talk of ‘outdoor activities’. Don’t expect me to bail you out if you get caught with your pants down!
But he doesn’t wear pants…he was completely naked the whole time we were in Portugal….
Do you mean that you wear a fringed scarf around your minge Anna? I can’t imagine it…what’s happened?
Happily I dont have any droppy, dimply flesh yet – that must be a woman’s thing? Yes Sue I, dont believe that Anna has become so prudish. She is just jealous that she doesn’t look like Angelina Joley any more… but I think shes lovely anyway naked or not.
Eddie, it’s droopy, not droppy. Yes, it is a woman’s thing. You men have big fat stomachs, us women have hairy chins. My friend Rosie has electrolysis to get rid. I, on the other hand, use tweezers.
Thats better for the environment. You could also put your unwanted hairs in your compost.
Anna, I don’t know what your chin hairs are like but mine are about 10 feet long and seem to get thicker and thicker…you are right Eddie, Anna is lovely, and she IS STILL LIKE ANGELINA JOLIE but with chin hairs and a fringed scarf….I WANT ONE where did you get it?
Actually Sue, mine are short but very tough, rather like pubic hair. Ironic isn’t it that they drop out in the lady bush and appear on the chin. I could grow a small minge and call it a goatee. As for a fringed scarf, I suggest you ask a gypsy.