Mr Karen and I spent more time in our garden this weekend than on the internet. We are now watching Escape to the Country, lying on the couch in an exhausted, soap-smelling heap.
Nothing can match the tiredness of a weekend in the garden. Our block is large, sloping and a mishmash of untamed ‘secret garden’, and manicured lawns, shaped Cyprus, rosemary, lavender and succulents in shades from grape to blue. Mr Karen valiantly tends to it on weekends, but it’s a big job for one man, even one as energetic and not-sit-downie as he. With the repressive humidity of Summer now behind us, we took to the tools and had us a working bee.
We pulled out dead trees, victims of too much rain: ironic after almost a decade of drought. We pruned, weeded and raked. Some new seedlings went in to replace last year’s herbs which have since gone to seed. Boy 1 was keen to plant out with me until he realised that it involved standing in the sun. He retired to play Lego inside, and I toiled on, making hay while the sun shined. I ached, I sweated, I developed a rash of unknown origin. It was a long, exhausting day, but so very satisfying. And now we are clean and sleepy.
I worked until dinner, and Mr Karen until dark. The laptop was not turned on until after 8pm, when I took to the net to check my email and ‘do my rounds’. As I logged on to WordPress to check my blog, I was greeted with a pathetic, limp worm wiggling across my stats chart. I realised I had only posted once this month so far. Oh dear, does this constitute blog neglect? Flourishing one week, flat and malnourished the next?
Then it occurred to me: a blog is like a compost heap. It takes a while to get going. You need to add quality ingredients in the right combination in order to get the chemistry right. Once you get it going, the worms come and work through the material. The more worms, the better the composting action. But if you forget to add more material, or if you add poor material, the worms aren’t happy and they go elsewhere.
Sorry worms, I’m still trying to get the balance right.
It’s Sunday and I’m feeling whimsical. What did you get up to on this first weekend in March?