As many of you know, I am a creature of simple pleasures. My days, other than those of late (which sadly have been filled with semi blindness and constant migraines) are filled with poo-picking chickens, chatting to myself in the garden and writing – albeit, most days, mainly nonsense.
These simple things please, entertain, and basically keep me happy and grounded. However, I do have to admit that I have recently found these pleasures challenging. All of them . . .
Chea has decided to use the onion bed (beautifully raked and as fine as sand) for a giant litter tray. This doesn’t worry me too much as I don’t really eat onions. I grow them for Richard.
The first morning after planting I wandered out to find two onions dug up, four little saucer-shaped indents and a heap of soil. At least she had the good grace to cover it up. The second morning I wandered out to find three onions dug up, five little saucer-shaped indents and two heaps of soil. On both occasions I swore, threatened to send her back to the RSPCA and re planted the onions.
I took great delight in finding a lovely variety of runner bean in the week. I rushed them home and planted them up into larger pots immediately. Two nights later a frost settled over the garden, crept into the greenhouse and killed them stone dead. It also took out the tomato plants. I was not happy and even breathed warm breath on their little shrivelled leaves in the hope that I could resurrect them. No good. I think they are goners.
And re the writing? Well, I haven’t done any. I’ve been waiting for the Bucket Head paperback to show up. There was a technical hitch – and you all know how I am with technology, let alone hitches. It’s available in my shop. http://readaloudstorybooks.com/books/ I mentioned last time that I was going to tell you how Bucket Head came about.
One Saturday, when the grandchildren were here we decided to make a scarecrow. It all went swimmingly well until we came to his head. We turned the potting shed upside down but we couldn’t find anything suitable . . .and then we found a bucket. So we used that. And Bucket Head the scarecrow was born.
He still stands in the garden now. He’s a tough little guy. The frost didn’t upset him one little bit. I DO mean Bucket Head still stands in the garden now and not my super-duper grandson Jake – just how cruel do you think I am?
Take care x
Just Life - Jennie Orbell 
It will come alright, in the end. We kniw our weather,we shoukd adhere to that kniwledge. But we keep trying ti start our croos early. It don’t work cos the weather in this country us never what we expect. Chea-poo notwithstanding. Anothe immutable fact, keep re-planting until their roots have…..wrll, taken root. Netting might keep her out, I say might! The indomitable spirit is all you can hope for in a cool mid-April. Press on, Semoer Redundant!
Evelyn
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You are totally right Evelyn. I always start too early. It’s such a temptation and I’ve paid the price. As they say, ‘I can resist everything except temptation!’ Never mind, I have found a lovely nursery nearby and it is sooooo cheap. Their prices are a third of the big garden centres so I can restock at the weekend, though, this time I’ll dig out the radiator from the potting shed and be ready for a sudden frost. 😀
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First books I read as a child were about scarecrows. Worzel Gummidge and friends, if I remember correctly. Loved them. Scarecrows are the best.
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Yes, Malla, I remember Worzel Gummidge from way back. John Pertwee if my memory serves me well? 😀
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I am still resisting the temptation to do anything with our garden, after swearing off such activities last year. My bonsai collection will keep me happy, on their tidy shelves away from all the cats in the neighbourhood. I will cut the grass, but not promising anything else!
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I actually chopped the veggie plot in half in the autumn and turned half of it into a flower garden – all tall flowers. I shall only grow the minimum amount of veg this year. So basically, one third flowers, one third veg and one third a mini orchard with apple, gooseberries, black and red currents etc. The fruit is more versatile and less hassle! I think bonsai are lovely. My late father tended a windowsill full of them – with varying results, mind! 😀
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I love my bonsai, only have to worry about watering them and the occasional slug!
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Occasional slug? In the house? 😦
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no, they manage to slime their way up to the shelves. My bonsai are out doors…
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