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.
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.
Don’t try and improvise using hair scissors as secateurs to hack through tussocks. Unless you want a blister and a patch of skin worn off a finger.
Also, if you are allergic to a lot of things already, try not to rub your bare arms and legs repeatedly on the tussocks. You may discover a new thing that brings you out in an itchy rash.
This has been a Pigalina gardening safety message.