I’m not keeping up with the garden. Okay, it’s never been one of those beautifully manicured gardens anyway but over the years Husband has invested a lot of time and care into his roses, camellias, frangipanis, Silver birches, palm trees and so on. That was his ‘thing’, not mine and, as I was working at the university, I didn’t take an interest. Okay so it’s 18 months since I stopped teaching so I could be around for Husband as his Parkinson’s got worse, and anyone else would have noticed that the garden wasn’t getting its usual attention but not me.
You see I don’t just dislike gardening, I loathe gardening. I realise this is a risky statement to make because some of the people following this blog love gardening the way Husband does/did. And just because I loathe gardening, this doesn’t mean I loathe gardens; I love gardens but why can’t they just look after themselves?
We don’t have any proper reticulation so Husband used to spend the entire day watering the millions of flowers and trees and come in exhausted. Since Husband went into the nursing lodge, Son has been doing much of that but now that he’s incapacitated too, it’s down to me – argh! Sorry, but I can think of better things to do and have half decided to let nature take its course. In other words, anything that can survive on its own can stay – so far this is fig trees, palms, gum trees, wattles, camellias, pear trees, orange trees and a whole lot of other stuff.
It’s five acres – I can’t do everything. Even the bird bath has a crack in it.
Yeah, I reckon gardening is for the birds!
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