WELCOME TO MY POTTING SHED

You can't beat a dollop of mud a day to keep the Doctor at bay.

Why not follow me about as I garden for money and just for fun in beautiful Nailsworth and its' environs.

What's it all about?

My gardens, that's all and any gardening related stuff I guess you might be interested in.

Where do I garden?

My house is in the centre of Nailsworth. With the wind in the right direction, we get a strong whiff of curry as it floats out of the Passage to India and into our front garden. We never get this smell anywhere else on our premises, which is either a good thing, or a bad one, depending on your point of view. As you now know we have a garden, a small rectangle, at the front of the house, and a triangular courtyard garden at the back. Then there's the Garden Plot, right down in the heart of Nailsworth, which I rent from a local business. This is new as from Autumn 2009 and will take a lot of work to help it become productive. I try to garden for veges at my friend Debbis house and for fun with my next door neighbour.

It adds up to a lot of work. For a relaxing hobby, it's proving stressful at times, but, mostly it's heaven.

There are customers who like me to work for them right through the year, and others who I see during the summer months. This working more days a week in the summer than in the winter, of course. The way to keep the finances stable for me has been to teach on the days I don't garden. Works really well for me. The bills get paid, we haven't starved to death yet and we get to have fun ... sometimes!

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Try A Taste Of


In a bid to halt the legions of slugs that march slitheringly across the Plot every night, I have turned to drink.

Cider, as in the cheapest, strongest stuff, added to water is a fantastic temptation to slugs and teenagers alike.

Failing that, ancient booze, that's turned the colour of urine, and no longer wanted by your friends, is ideal, as it's also a favourite of both slugs and teenagers and is free of charge.

Martini, so sophisticated, and just the thing for the discerning slug. 
It's no longer wanted and must be over 20 years old.
Would you risk drinking it?
But, then again, you're neither a slug nor a teenager.

Poured into a shiny receptacle it is the epitome of sophistication. 
Bling is the thing for my slimy friends.

In the poly tunnel, the peppers have the Martini treatment and my eyes water when I walk back in, later. 
It smells like Christmas.
Happy slugs.
Happy me.
At last a positive use for BIANCO.

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