I have been flat out in the garden lately. Mostly I have been pulling out the last of the summer crops, sowing cover crops and generally tidying up. It is starting to look respectable again, although it could do with a really good mow because that grass won’t stop growing.
However, I hit a bit of a problem yesterday in my efforts to whip the garden into shape in time for an impending visit from a group of enthusiastic gardeners, prepared to come and see my garden when it is long past the heyday of summer gorgeousness. I got stung on the hand by a wasp hanging out on a bag I wanted to move. The wasps have been really bad this season and it is the second time I have been stung this year.
The last time I was stung I was mowing… again. It feels like I’m always mowing. Don’t get me wrong I do enjoy the cathartic nature of mowing the grass and the reward of seeing the garden in good order once I’m done. But it just won’t stop growing and with a garden the size of mine it can sometimes take forever!
I must have run over a nest because a wasp flew up and stung my hand. I am very proud of myself because I didn’t swear, but I did run away screaming and left the mower running. Once I’d treated the sting, I began to worry about the still running mower and wondered if I should just let it run out of fuel, when Hubby the Un-Gardener bravely risked life and limb and turned it off. This is as close as Hubby the Un-Gardener has got to the mower in my garden in years – not since the tragic cucumber incident of 2009.
So today I have felt a bit off with a swollen, itchy, poor wasp stung hand and something unusual happened – I didn’t really feel like gardening. Even with a pressing deadline of a garden visit just days away. I pushed through and sowed some sweet peas that will promise incredible fragrance come early summer, but that was all I could muster.
This means in the next few days it will be all hands to the pump and the whole family will be out there following my direction and making things look good. But for the first time in ages Hubby the Un-Gardener will be in charge of the mowing. I’m a little nervous, but there aren’t really any trailing plants he can run over and I doubt he can do much harm.
Come again soon – the swelling should go down soon.
Sarah the Gardener : o)