I am trying to work my way around the garden, pruning or cutting back shrubs and trees. These have all been ignored for five years so there is a lot to cut. I dont manage a shrub in a day, it has to be two or three days. And the trees more like a week. I then shred whatever shreds easily then cut up wood either to go in the log store (apple wood is lovely) or on the binfire. I am not however lighting the bonfire as it is too dry.
Ideally most pruning should wait until December but I wont manage everything so I am doing what I can/fancy.
My SF has stopped, which is unbelievable. But I am old and there are all the "normal" medical complaints to contend with. When stroke raged and then the heart op raged, these normal complaints seemed of no relevance, but now they take on a big significance. But trivial really.
I am trying to carefully get mobility and strength. Us humans arent designed to do this when we get past 73.
Rosemary was scared that she would be trapped in Harrow. Not sure why that would be so bad. We lived in that house for 30 years and she has our son to look after her. When she decided, at the last possible moment, to abandon her trip I did give her a lecture that this doesnt mean she can go out every day by bus or train etc. Well that lasted one day, she is now on the bus to Colchester.
We have Sainsbury delivering my order this afternoon so we should be able to survive easily enough.
This year is so very dry. Whilst other areas flooded, we got a trickle. I have a record of rainfall etc taken from my Davis weather station. Its a good game to listen to villagers telling this and that and then for me to look up and see what really happened. I do live in an odd location whereby rain clouds deflect around us. We are at the junction of a few rivers.
My compost hasnt composted. I leave it for six months, turn it then leave another six months. Well the year is up and not a lot is compost, just the bottom few inches.
So its a bit more weeding, dig up the few inches of compost and go and see my friend who runs the cat rescue. We sit outside.
My body is so much stronger, now I want my brain to catch up.
ttfn
Colin