We have had a busy weekend with soccer, a kids birthday party, heading out to dinner, a catch up at a park, sooo much laundry (why is there always so much?), chores and baking, family visiting. It’s all been very lovely and good, but I am a fair weather gardener, and the weather this weekend has been gardening gold.
This morning I stole a few moments to capture the light hitting my garden. At this time of year the sun rises almost directly east, and as our garden is positioned on the eastern side of the house, it is quite simply bathed in morning glory. But being so incredibly well lit, I could not help but notice that the garden needs a lot of attention. If I zoom in I can just focus on those beautiful pea shoots and flowers, and the flower buds on the quince tree ready to bloom, and the rocket that has invaded almost as much as the nettle. But step back and an endless to do list becomes visible.
Today would have been an ideal time to put boot to fork, and hand on shovel, and clear and pull and rake at least part of the garden into some semblance of order. When I hit the garden I like to do so with purpose and commit to the task at the expense of all else. In fact, if I can venture out still in pj’s it’s almost a guarantee that I’ll be out there for the long haul, head down, tuned out to the sound of the kids crying out for their breakfast (between the four of them they can make toast, french toast, all manner of things I am sure – they just think that’s what mum’s are for!). I do have to stop for loo breaks and water, and that’s almost like entering foreign territory – the house is always a mess without my vigilant gaze (ie deathly stare). A few threats are issued to restore order before my next drink stop, and I return to battle with nettle.
I know some are quite partial to nettle, but I do not share their enthusiasm. It penetrates clothes, finds the gap between glove and sleeve cuff, manages to cover ground quickly, and suffocates anything growing beneath. Apparently I should be happy that nettle has made home in my garden – means my soil is rich and fertile. Given that I have had no success at even limiting its influence in the garden, I will have to be content that I have great soil!
In any case, I did not put boot to fork, or hand on shovel today, and the nettle continues its onslaught on the garden. I can only hope next weekend will again bring with it glorious weather so I can venture out and start the epic task of bring order to what is rampant and wild.
I love seeing photos of other peoples gardens – it’s a huge source of motivation for me. So please share your links in the comments below. And if you have some great tips on how to destroy nettle once and for all, I am all ears!