It’s Monday and time for a post about a subject dear to my heart, which has kept me away from the blog over the weekend. Gardening! This won’t come as a surprise to some of you who know that, as a family, we’re quite passionate about plants, soil, fertilisers and garden muck in general.
This weekend we tackled the back garden. Again. We took pretty much everything to pieces and are hoping to make it look and function better once we’ve finished with it. The initial aim was to double up the back fence in order to: 1) make it look neater; and 2) stop our nosey neighbour peeping through the warped planks in his fence.
Of course, us being us, we ended up lifting all the borders plus half of the patio up in a sudden urge to create more growing space and make more room for grass. Edging the existing grass was key in achieving our goal, and this is where George stepped in to provide precious help.
George loves gardening, you see, and can’t wait to bring his contribution to our family gardening sessions. He especially loves it when it involves ripping grass and digging holes. As you would expect, he isn’t normally allowed to make use of his ripping and digging skills, so he gets very excited whenever this interdiction is lifted.
This weekend we lifted the interdiction. The garden was in such a mess that we actually asked George to: 1) dig in the borders to make them wider; and 2) shred the trimmed sections of grass into smaller pieces so that they fit into the wheelbarrow easier. He was, of course, happy to oblige.
I have never seen anyone perform their tasks with more enthusiasm than George did his.
He helped his dad edge the grass…
…arranged it in the wheelbarrow …
… nicked it off again …
… and ripped it to bits:
Unsurprisingly, by the end of it, George got sent into the house (on the grounds of being over-enthusiastic) and Brianna had to go around picking up the small chunks of grass from wherever George had thrown them in his frenzy. Just an ordinary gardening session, really!