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!

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Mr McGoos' Log

Some of  our local roads have been closed for repair, so Mr McGoo asked if I could pop over and help him drop one of his roadside trees.

Off I popped, walking past the tarmac stripping monster machines, the trucks, the vans, the JCB's, the men.

The two of us managed to chop down the tree; me pulling on the rope and Mr McGoo wielding the chainsaw. 
That tree fell cleanly onto the grass verge. 

SPOT ON!

Why, I wondered, did we wait for the road to be closed?

Not bad for a blind chainsaw man and his lovely tree hefting assistant. 

EXTREME GARDENING.

The JCB stopped on its' way back from removing the cats eyes (poor cat) and offered to deliver the timber to Mr McGoos' drive. 

The drive may be a very few metres away, but we were pleased with the offer.

The driver seemed to enjoy wrangling the log, it was a slippery critter.
We enjoyed the empty handed stroll to the drive.

Gardening's like that. 
Every job has a perfect moment. 
Don't miss it.
DO IT!!

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