After five years of us living in our house, the Cabbage Tree in the front garden grew a new sprout. Both Mr Pigalina and I were quite excited by this development.
Today we arrived home to find the sprout lying on the grass. It was too high for a person to reach and snap off and there was a longish white hair stuck to it. This has led me to the conclusion that the culprit is next door’s cat. Not satisfied with costing us money and sleep thanks to the beatings he dishes out to our cat in the middle of the night; he has now taken up tree vandalism!
I will attempt to plant the sprout in a pot tomorrow.
After moaning yesterday that I was ready to blow this popsicle stand for warmer climes, things are looking up. It is 7pm, I am sitting outside in the sun and, until I dropped my drink and the dog stole some of their bread, I was watching about 50 small birds feeding in my garden.
Picture is not great as it was taken on my phone at safe bird watching distance.
I decided to replant a shrub that was growing in a pot into the ground. The ground was nice and soft but full of roots, of what I have no idea. Also I was wearing jandals (flip-flops) which aren’t great for spade work. My “that’ll do” attitude took over.
I am hoping that nature will sort out the mess.
I tried to get on the grow your own veg bandwagon. However I have to deal with Mr Pigalina who fears the dog has weed on all the plants, birds who eat the produce and a dog who digs up the plants and buries bones under them. I need to get a green house, but green houses cost money and effort to build.
Peas though, are not a problem. Last year I planted six peas resulting in enough peas for two meals. This year I planted none but have a thriving pea plant.
This invoice in the mailbox meant that the lawnmower man has been – a month earlier than expected. It also meant that he would have encountered the dog poos that are usually cleared up before each of his visits…
I have finally relented. Mr Pigalina was going to dig out the tree in the front garden about six months ago. I pleaded the puny tree’s case – it had been aggressively pruned, we hadn’t had the greatest weather, give it until next summer.
Sorry tree but there has been not a hint of life these past six months, Mr Pigalina us looking forward to getting to work with the shovel tomorrow.
Still sunny after work? Go for a walk on the beach? Nope, spray the weeds for me *sigh*.