I know I'm enjoying the garden when I realise I"ve been out all day and I haven't had any lunch.
My H is a great help in the garden, but he's changed since we left work. He used to keep "pestering" about how much needs cutting off this etc...Now I have to keep my eye on him, he's showing too much initiative and doing things without the seal of approval.
I love my garden. You can just go out there and potter away and not have to think about anything apart from the task in hand. I went through a messy divorce and thought I was going to have to move but was more upset about leaving my garden than the house. However, I've managed to hang on and I'm still there and last summer was fantastic. I spent so many evenings just sitting out there enjoying it. Great!
...... when you see every weekend invitation (however tempting) as intruding into your garden time.
My definition of a perfect weekend is to arrive home on a Friday evening, and not to have to find my car keys til Monday morning .... Unless its for a trip to the garden centre
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I know I'm enjoying the garden when I realise I"ve been out all day and I haven't had any lunch.
My H is a great help in the garden, but he's changed since we left work. He used to keep "pestering" about how much needs cutting off this etc...Now I have to keep my eye on him, he's showing too much initiative and doing things without the seal of approval.
I love my garden. You can just go out there and potter away and not have to think about anything apart from the task in hand. I went through a messy divorce and thought I was going to have to move but was more upset about leaving my garden than the house. However, I've managed to hang on and I'm still there and last summer was fantastic. I spent so many evenings just sitting out there enjoying it. Great!
Well done Sarah,
I hope this summer is just as good for you.
Ditto Sarah, hope we have another good summer, relax and enjoy.
You know you enjoy the garden too much when the kids tell you to get out to your other family or go talk to your spuds.
...... when you see every weekend invitation (however tempting) as intruding into your garden time.
My definition of a perfect weekend is to arrive home on a Friday evening, and not to have to find my car keys til Monday morning .... Unless its for a trip to the garden centre