Only it took many more than one pass with the mower to make the garden look remotely manageable again. It took four tankful’s of petrol, a cold cuppa tea, a large cold drink of water and an ice block and I honestly feel like I have walked a country mile – if not two or three!
But I did it – I dragged the mower kicking and screaming up and down between the beds and now you can clearly see where the grass paths end the weeds in the beds start. Fortunately it was a lovely day, and it hadn’t rained in a couple of days so the ground was dry.
As I strolled between the beds, pushing the mower like it was a baby stroller – nah actually to be more honest it was a push that bordered on heaving – I was quite surprized how much produce there actually was in the garden. I began to distract myself from the monotony of mowing by imagining all the yummy meals I could whip up the contents of the beds as I passed by.
And now I have my feet up, having a well-earned hot cuppa tea.
Come again soon – the garden is in desperate need of a harvest.
Sarah the gardener : o )