grass 26 April 2009
I really need to get Richard interested in the garden. He used to cut the grass with the push mower because I told him it was great exercise (which it is) but then found the ground ‘too bumpy’ and decided to give up. In the meantime the poor mower has been living under a tree at the back of the garden with a lot more of its cousins in the gardening line (builders…) and has somewhat given up the ghost. So, today I took to The Lawn (well, the green bit in the middle, it’s unfair and inaccurate to call it a LAWN) with my nice new shears and was still cutting (dandelions mostly) as darkness fell, along with the rain – that fell too. Oh, and shifting pots around. And binning rubbish. I will be as stiff as a board tomorrow. I need help. It’s not even as if he is afraid of the garden in a Spinal Tap sort of way, which one of my other boyfriends used to love to quote: he too was a drummer and one of the Tap drummers was said to have died in a bizarre gardening accident, which was enough to put my lad off…What Richard IS interested in are the 2 new water butts we’ve had installed to harvest rainwater – we’ve had so much rain over the last while that they are well full so he likes to go out and run some water off from time to time (sounds rather ‘ooh MATRON!’). It’s a start, I guess. I long from him to embrace the cliche of Man Cut Grass though, LONG for it….
