Yesterday I set about tidying up the garden a bit, so that we could enjoy it in the nice weather that we are promised. I love the garden but it definitely takes a bit of hard graft to keep it looking reasonable (I nearly said nice, but the only people that seem to have perfect gardens are the pensioners with plenty of time/a gardener on their hands). The lawn itself has been a challenge, what with moles and dandelions being a repeated blight, and it grows so fast at this time of year.
I do love growing my own veg though, it makes me feel as though I’ve beaten capitalism in my own tiny way, when I can go and pick myself something for dinner instead of having to buy it (though of course i have bought the seeds). My tomato plants are ripening and I’ve been having a hearty evening meal of home grown lettuce for a few months now. My veg patch is growing onions, garlic, carrots, courgettes and butter-nut squash, slowly, but steadily. Last year I recycled a broken bed into some raised bed and they are growing lettuce, garlic, pak choi, tatsoi and broccoli, though the slugs are a nuisance.
Last year, some neighbours gave my son an old play kitchen, so yesterday in the sunshine we got to scrubbing all the winter-accumulated green stuff and insects off it. I made my son a washing up station with an old cage side and a washing up bowl. I had instructed him to give all his toy pots a good wash. “Like Mummy does”, before adding “before I got the dishwasher“. I can’t remember ever climbing into the washing up bowl though – maybe his memories have become distorted over the past year!
With a trampoline from Cub’s Aunties, a paddling pool, an old swing from another neighbour and a football from my Aunt, I think our little outdoor space is just perfect for the two of us (and Shadow too). In the summer holidays I am looking forward to having a little sit down while I watch Cub play with his friends in the sunshine.