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Hedge versus me.
Managed to finally cut the hedge tonight. Got most of the hedge’s wild-life in my hair and in other various parts of my clothing, (I’ve just pulled a spider out of my hair two hours later).
The hose pipe.
I count myself lucky that our children have got to the ages of 11, 6 and 4 years before they realised what would happen if they picked up the hose pipe.
Today was that day….
A Garden Visitor.
Hang on a minute, isn’t that the dog’s job?
And no we are not keeping it as a pet.
Let’s have a Parade!
Just add paper, a stick, a scarf, a toy dog and an assortment of willing paraders and you’re off.
Enjoy.
Digging for Treasure.
Well there’ll definitely have to be treasure after digging a hole that big in the garden, Bonnie.
Or maybe she’s being kind and digging a huge hole for me to hide in after the rubbish day I’ve had.
Beans, rain and money.
So glad I planted veg this year, saving me a lot of money on food.
We fight over who’s going out to pick what for tea, have a sneaky munch up the garden on a French bean or five…
Tea Break.
I think my favourite place to drink my cuppa is on our old bench at the bottom of the garden.
It’s just in front of the chicken run which is surrounded by chives, rosemary bushes and lots of humming bees.
Lush.
Digging for victory…
…for some vegetables, for treasure, for the sheer hell of it. Let’s hope we have some survivors.
Tiddle, taddle, toddle.
Gruff’s not quite walking yet. He’s taking steps here and there but not quite the toddler just yet.
At eighteen months he’s another late walker in our family but it’s not long before I say goodbye to the baby phase forever.
Toes.
On a sunny, warm spring day in Swansea, if you have a garden, then take off your shoes and socks and enjoy the feeling of bare feet and air before the rain comes and spoils it!
Doodlemum 