First of all I want to thank my Blogger friends for sticking with me. It's great to be back, I must say. I can't get outside to take any pictures quite yet so patio photos will have to come later. Let me try and paint you a word photo of our garden (so this is likely to be a short entry!)
Here's one I took earlier!
We are lucky in that our back garden faces south so, if there's any sunshine to be had, we get it out the back. Lovely, as far as I can remember! It's not huge, "manageable" is the word estate agents use. This being an old house though the garden is a bit larger than on today's houses in England. Lack of warm sunshine is our problem at the moment but at least the garden never needs watering - there's no shortage of rain! The only problem that causes is the rainwater butts are constantly overflowing. We used to live next door to a guy who was always watering his garden. In the pouring rain there he would be with his hosepipe playing on the lawn. Fortunately for him this lawn was only the size of a postage stamp because - you know those bits of stuff that ALWAYS manage to evade the lawnmower and pop up stubbornly five minutes after you've put it away? Well, this chap used to go all over his lawn on his hands and knees, eying along the surface and snipping off any such things with a pair of manicure scissors!!! Then out would come a teaspoon he kept for digging out the remains of any dandelions and in would go a few grains of grass seed to fill up the hole. For a self-confessed non-gardener he certainly put the rest of us to shame!
As I mentioned before, Keith has been extending our patio. So far all we've got on the patio is a tall(ish) stone planter with something colourful in it. The tomatoes, which haven't done very well this year because there has been no sunshine, are in a Growbag near the garden shed wall. Next year though they can go in a border of the patio where there is a fence for them to grow up. There's rhubarb in a big tub but that's so ugly it's not coming near my patio!
Are you wondering why I entitled this "Look out World....." ? No? I'm telling you anyway. It's Mimuther's shock announcement the other day. For those who don't know, Mimuther is the woman who gave birth to me, who was 80 in February, has been a widow for 4 years and who wouldn't be seen dead without her high heeled shoes!. She rang on Thursday to say she has booked her holiday - a cruise on the Queen Mary 2 across the Atlantic to New York and 2 days there for shopping (or whatever). Mimuther, who claims abject poverty as a poor old pensioner! She who won't even catch a bus down to Birmingham is grabbing her sister and cruising to the States; is being let loose on the streets of NY; is FLYING (she hates flying) back to London; is catching a train back to Birmingham to take her sis home! The posh frock hunt is on in earnest and, believe me, she was only half joking when she said she might try and get a cheap tiara.
Can't teach an old dog new tricks? I beg to differ!