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!
Showing posts with label Great Gardening Gloves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great Gardening Gloves. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Probably the Best Gloves EVER Monday 25.10.10


At the tail end of 2009, yep a year ago, I bought a few pairs of these gloves. They were a couple of quid each and absolutely brilliant.


This SPRING I went back to WILKINSONS and bought all the ones they had, aout half a dozen pairs. These are my very last ones and I'm at Mr McGoos' place; and am going to Christen them.

They have carried me, and my nails, from the last of the Spring frosts to the first of the Autumn frosts.

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