Make more mess...
Good morning. Same old, same old. Clean up yesterday's garden mess, then make a whole lot more, hee hee. I've already been in the garden for three hours, working deep in the shade of the Wattle Woods. I've now started cleaning up the dry stony stream bed. No water flows there now (unless I use one of my little hoses), but it's a very beautiful feature, snaking through the vegetation and trees.
Lilies by the Pond
Nearer the pond, I cleaned up the Cannas on the decking and found plastic saucers to go underneath each. Watered everything (the pond had filled right up again) and put on the little hoses.
Memorial to Minimus
Dear Minimus...
Weeded around the edge of the Wattle Woods, collected and chopped up forget-me-nots, and sprinkled them all around the resting place of dear Minimus my cottage cat. This made me smile.
Much later...
Did more bucketing of water. Pulled and barrowed out five more loads of mess, told Non-Gardening Partner about some gum tree branches I'd reached which needed chain-sawing. Went back outside about seven o'clock and lit the bonfire. No wind, not so hot. What a brilliant day!
Next day...
So this morning I wandered around taking photographs and thinking. And thinking some more. My garden felt and looked amazing in the soft morning light. There were so many things to be so joyful about. After a busy working day I list all the tasks I've done and skip over my feelings - unless (as an example) I'm grumpy with aching fingers. Am redressing the balance this morning.
Minimus :- Back in 2009 I found Minimus in my woodshed, a wild starving little kitten.
It's felt so good working close to dearly departed Minimus. Her spiritual presence has helped me think serene thoughts. I've freshened her flowers and thanked her for being such a wonderful cat.
I've loved digging out huge clumps of weeds to uncover the old stone path edge - archaeology in my garden, hee hee. A nearby late flowering Camellia is covered in flowers - am amazed and grateful. I can't remember it doing this before, tis late in the season.
Late Flowering Camellia
And most of all, I've loved being surrounded by greenery underneath leafy trees, listening to next door's lambs bleating, watching honey bees visiting the Alkanet... Being in the moment with nature - the wind behaving for once, the sun shining (but not too fiercely). Yeay. Being a gardener is pretty groovy!