|I wish I could say I danced around the fire but I can't because I've done something to my back. |
Plenty of reasons why:
Digging three giant holes for plants beyond done with residing in pots.
I pulled out a pathetic hydrangea. No wonder it was pathetic, it was planted in pure sand. A sad ring of soil about a foot in diameter was all it had for sustenance. Essentially the big holes became a total soil replacement. I'm hanging on to the sand because I've heard there is going to be a world shortage and it could be worth more than gold. In went a mock orange and azalea.
Then another big hole for a gooseberry bush and the filling of a giant pot for a hazelnut tree.
Or it could be the family soccer game at Canadian thanksgiving. I think I need to gracefully bow out and become water boy or something equally useful.
Or sitting in a car for five days to get through the Rockies and back.
Mr Monty Don says I can put the ash around my plants to deter slugs. I may end up with a horrible sludge but I must try it. The garden is overwhelmed with the small off-white types which are the worst for mowing down everything in sight.
On top of everything else, under strict orders to rest, I will miss my beloved garden club tonight. No wonder I'm just a teensy weensy bit grumpy. There are some people in my sphere of influence who may take issue with the "teensy weensy" bit.