On Mondays, I get seven hours to myself and after all the gallavanting about I did this weekend I really needed some space. However, the trouble with hours of unfettered freedom is that it tends to get frittered away without what feels like much to show for it.
Working backwards, in a sense, after tea I decided to take advantage of the last of the light to do a bit of digging round the roots of the hawthorn bush. Nice to be out when my neighbour came along to bring her bin in (she needs to use the path at the back of my garden to do so). A bit of moral support never goes amiss. But even nicer when the momentum gets to an end result more quickly than you could ever have imagined!
Honestly, as I walked up the garden path with my spade, bypass loppers and gloves, I envisaged many such sortees at dusk before I could shout hurray. Now, a bit bedraggled and hand-sore, I think it’s time for a little toast. The hawthorn bush has gone (well, it is ready to be handed over to a friend for her log burner) and there is now but an empty space.
It has taken me five years to eradicate what was in my back garden (which was everything except the bluebells) when I bought the house. There is still the matter of my back fence but it’s more a matter of convenience that it needs to go. So, exciting times ahead as I launch into developing the garden into more of what I want it to be.
First, I need to sterilise some jars for the chutney I’ve been making today. And make some spiced blackcurrant cordial now the real autumn is setting in 🙂
© Helen Butt, October 2014