He was home early because the ship that he has worked on for the past decade has just been sold. He checked out all his work/leave stuff and said that he had quite a few days in hand.....but when he contacted his company on the Monday, they already had plans for him to work on another ship in Sweden.
*sigh*
It's not a lot of fun having a partner in the merchant navy. You can plan nothing. Not even your own wedding is safe from the vagaries of the Delayed Pay-Off. *martyr face*
It also means that Sonshine is moping around with a face like a wet Monday morning. Mainly because it IS a wet Monday morning. Wet and miserable.
But on Friday there was an expanse of blue sky. It was mild. It was a day for getting into the garden.
I don't have a lot that flowers at this time of the year - but here's a clematis
Here are my blueberries. It's a Mexican Standoff between me and the blackbirds.
I ventured into the greenhouse - there's nothing there but a vine and a couple of fruit trees.
The vine has clearly gone bonkers.
Look, the vine has reached the far away bed in the greenhouse.
And as you can see, there isn't a bloody grape to be seen.
I have a dwarf peach. And I thin it religiously, but this branch I neglected to thin properly.
And now it has snapped off. Fruit has been taken into house to ripen next to bananas.
After a couple of hours, the greenhouse is looking ok.
And I can see my white jasmine-scented clematis - look, it reaches for miles!
The view the other way is still a bit shit.
on the left hand side, you can see the dwaf peach and next to it...
....well that huge thing is supposed to be a dwarf apricot - but not only does it grow like a weed, it never produces any flowers. It's coming out this year.
And look at the bloody bindweed coming in the back window.
And the big fern over at the right hand side.
*sigh*
I don't have green fingers
and on that note....
The knitting has ground to a standstill because I have done a row wrongly and when I tried to pick it back to where the mistake was - like THE BEGINNING OF THE ROW.
Clearly I am not a gardener nor a knitter.
Suggestions as to what I MIGHT be good at will be most welcome......
Cakes :-) And perseverance :-)
ReplyDeleteYou're a brilliant blogger :D
ReplyDeleteAnyone who manages to coach a peach out of your climate deserves to be called a gardener. The knitting... not so sure :)
ReplyDeleteOops--coax!
DeleteI agree with Looby. Your peaches are gorgeous!
ReplyDeletedude, look at those peaches! and yes, you're a damn good blogger, so there.
ReplyDeleteYou're not too bad at writing ;)
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, you don't seem like such a bad gardener either!
And Tarotist, and web designer, and mother, and friend.
ReplyDeleteSod the knitting.
You're a great Mother, Wife, Confidant and Cook.
ReplyDeleteYou write brilliantly and have a nucely judged sense of humour.
Don't worry about not having green fingers..that's normally the first sign of gangrene.
you have peaches!!!!x
ReplyDeleteThe whole Merchant Navy situation SUCKS ASS. I hope Sonshine is less glum, and I hope you are enjoying the now-lovely weather.
ReplyDeleteYou are good at blogging. And pep talks. And parenting.