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Aug. 17th, 2023 11:46 am Well, I sadly didn't make it down to London to meet the rest of the gang - which was probably a wise thing: my mind is willing but my body is much weaker )but the fabulous Tiffinata( Andrea) came up to visit for the final day of her holiday this side of the world.
It was a glorious day yesterday so she pushed me a mile to the beach in my wheel chair so we could have coffee at the Beach cafe and her son could throw pebbles into the sea and have a play on the play park.It was wonderful to sit in the sunshine with Mr Whippy icecreams - the weather has been awful lately.
The rest of the afternoon , she spent pulling four bin bags of weeds from my neglected garden( its been untouched since April as its not safe for me to go up the steps to it alone: too many trip hazards). I 'helped' by identifying what should be in each patch of wilderness so she was just weeding the self sown stuff out and not my 'there should be a heuchara in there and a couple of geums'. to my surprise, most of the wanted plants were still alive under the tangle of thuggish stuff, although I shall have to check what some plants actually are as Andrea (professsional gardener ) disagreed with some of my naming opinions dredged from the depths of my memory.It was delightful to sit out and watch the wilderness become navigable: my cat especially appreciated company outside and the fact that she can once more jump freely from warm paving slab to warm paving slab without hindrance. She was kind enough to pretend that it was a pleasure to pull different weeds to the one she encounters at work.
Despite being pushed to the beach and back, I somehow managed to walk a mile up and down ramps and steps, over non-dropped curbs etc so I'm an achy mess today. It was worth it though. I'm tempted to go back to bed but I think I better find the schedule for the garden show this week and see what I'm entering.I thought I had another week to mess about getting sorted but no. I'm last minute again.
It was a glorious day yesterday so she pushed me a mile to the beach in my wheel chair so we could have coffee at the Beach cafe and her son could throw pebbles into the sea and have a play on the play park.It was wonderful to sit in the sunshine with Mr Whippy icecreams - the weather has been awful lately.
The rest of the afternoon , she spent pulling four bin bags of weeds from my neglected garden( its been untouched since April as its not safe for me to go up the steps to it alone: too many trip hazards). I 'helped' by identifying what should be in each patch of wilderness so she was just weeding the self sown stuff out and not my 'there should be a heuchara in there and a couple of geums'. to my surprise, most of the wanted plants were still alive under the tangle of thuggish stuff, although I shall have to check what some plants actually are as Andrea (professsional gardener ) disagreed with some of my naming opinions dredged from the depths of my memory.It was delightful to sit out and watch the wilderness become navigable: my cat especially appreciated company outside and the fact that she can once more jump freely from warm paving slab to warm paving slab without hindrance. She was kind enough to pretend that it was a pleasure to pull different weeds to the one she encounters at work.
Despite being pushed to the beach and back, I somehow managed to walk a mile up and down ramps and steps, over non-dropped curbs etc so I'm an achy mess today. It was worth it though. I'm tempted to go back to bed but I think I better find the schedule for the garden show this week and see what I'm entering.I thought I had another week to mess about getting sorted but no. I'm last minute again.
