Just a quickie today. It’s hammering down here in good old Leicestershire and I have just got totally drenched loading shopping – mainly Chea’s food and bottles of still water – because they were on offer – into the car boot.
I kept the visit as short as possible and tried to avoid the sparkly Christmas tree that stood near the hand baskets waiting to take out an eye or two when some shopper bent to grab a basket. I also, mainly, ignored the golden reindeer floating above the ‘naughty’ aisles, luring kiddies and adults, with no will power, to buy enormous boxes of biscuits/chocolates and such crap.
I did succumb to a couple of large bags of crisps – well you do, don’t you? Besides, if I get a migraine I crave salt so that’s my excuse. Also, we are working our way through the second season of Prison Break so we need something to munch on as we sit glued to the thing. VERY GOOD in my opinion. And here’s a refreshing fact – Prison Break doesn’t rely on explicit sex and the continual use of the F word to make it riveting viewing. Just twists, turns, great mix of characters, and brilliant acting. Hmm . . .I digress
I have three things to quickly report.
I. I now have a page for Two Chucks and a Tabby Cat.
2. And a group for Two Chucks and a Tabby Cat.
Pop over and take a look? Like the page? Join the group? All self-explanatory when you check it out.
3.The third thing that I have to report is my greatest achievement of the year!
Sold a million books? Won the lottery?
I’ve pruned the apple tree.
I’ve pruned the apple tree.
This may not seem like a huge thing to you – or, in fact, much of an achievement, but you see I needed the really long ladder to do it and I’m terrified of heights. Also, because of my buggered-up neck joints I can’t look up for more than 30 seconds without being in extreme pain. So, I have to climb as high as possible so that the branch that requires sawing is at waist height. The tree is around thirty years old and canker ridden. Despite this it still produces lovely cooking apples each year so I thought it was time it had a bit of attention. It hasn’t been pruned at all, in all that time, so it was a bit of a task. However, with one hand sawing and one hand white with hanging on to a branch I succeeded. Within the hour the branches lay on the floor and the tree stood looking bare and sorry for itself.
There won’t be any apples next year, of this I am certain, but if I haven’t killed it it will have a lovely flush of growth next year and possible produce apples the following year.
You may ask, ‘Why didn’t Richard prune it?’
If you remember, Richard had a shoulder op’ last New Year and he still struggles with it. He did say he would do it – but time and tide and all that. Besides, I couldn’t stand the stress of having to hold the ladder while he tottered up in the highest branches and bellowed, ‘Which one?’
‘Not that one, Idiot.’
‘Well, that’s the best I can do!’
So, being a Scorpio ‘perfectionist’ I knew I could do better – and without causing myself undue stress.
He hasn’t been up the garden yet, so he still doesn’t know the tree has been pruned. He will though, when he falls over the branches that I still haven’t finished clearing up!
So, my friends, pruning the apple tree has been my greatest accomplishment this year – to date. What’s been yours?
Catch you soon.
Take care my lovelies x