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  • Happy Eater….

    Yes, I spelled Easter wrong but in reality, right!

    I don’t do Easter eggs, maybe I’m too old for that or they are just too expensively hyped up for that once a year gorging session whereby you feel really queasy after troughing through three and onto that fourth chocolate egg in 30 minutes as you realise the sell by date was 18th April!

    So, instead, I just eat, no, not the online ‘click-a-meal-delivery-in-ten-minutes’ thingy. I just over consume my way through the Bank holiday weekend.

    Because I can, and knowing fully, that all my consumptions will be burned off as I re-engage doing my favourite thing ‘gardening’ for my customers on Tuesday!

    Happy Eater!

    now for a cup-of-T….. (and some chokkie bikkies of course!)

  • Woah….Easter already?

    After crawling through January which seemed to last a few hundred days, suddenly we arrive at Easter!

    Where did February and March and the start of April go?… I think they should be renamed the ‘Blinkary’ months as to me they just disappear within a blink.

    Maybe as my gardening business for my customers builds up again after their November “no need to call now until March time thank you” is chanted to me time just speeds by as I bring back their Winter sleeping garden areas back into a lovely maintained condition bursting with life and vigour (their gardens, not me!)

    ‘No work Winter’ in gardens is a fallacy!

    I never tout for work, just explain that there are still gardening tasks to do over Winter yet most just stick to their “see you in March” chant.

    The Autumn leaves on lawns still hang around which are carefully removed as there’s always sleeping and slow moving insects beneath them so never wanting to destroy them, that takes some time.

    Yet borders and flower beds always seem to house a wealth of weeds growing within them, slowly growing even over the cooler Winter months ready to seize their opportunity to burst into flower and set seed ahead of the gardener arriving!

    Cutting back perennial plants which have ended their flowering displays for the year and a surface cultivation of borders and a lawn edging all helps to keep them looking at their best through the dreary Winter months.

    Maybe I need to learn to have my own ‘horti-chant’ back to sell my gardening wares to them…..I’ve got til late Summer to come up with one!

    now for a cup-of-T no

  • Ahh, that wonderful rose bleeding time….

    It’s great to get the secateurs out and work my way through Spring pruning all those types of roses growing in customer’s gardens.

    From the petite patio pot grown types, hybrid teas, floribunda, standards, climbing and ramblers, most (not all) have a common theme running through them, ‘rose thorns!’

    I’m not one to complain..but in every pruning operation in every customer’s garden there’s always an “ouch, woah, that hurt!” ( or similar)

    Doesn’t matter how careful I’m being, there’s always that one thorn lurking there just waiting, hiding and ready to grab my arm, hands and fingers, piercing my skin, shouting “gotcha!”

    And to cap it all, the “gotcha” almost always follows on later in the day or evening when I realise that the end of the thorn, the very tip of it, microscopic in size is embedded in my arm, hands and fingers needing self medical extraction care of said thorns.

    At least for roses it’s once in Spring, once in Autumn apart from the obvious dead heading and minor trimming.

    Oh, what lovely gardening days!

    now for a cup-of-T

  • I was no ‘fool’

    It was ten years ago on 1st April 2015 that my long term and one and only employer made me redundant.

    This was after working at the Borough Council for over 36 years climbing the ladder from starting as a Landscape Technical Assistant in 1976 to becoming a Principal Parks Manager with this being my last titled post for over 20 years.

    Austerity was blamed, ha, maybe the ‘new’ regime that my section merged into didn’t like me and so as I reached the grand old, I mean young age of 55…woosh I was pushed.

    It was strange, as in the year before this happened I was quietly being sidelined. I felt something was coming. I was right. In November 2014 ( there had to be an agreed timeline to hit for my redundancy to kick in from 1st April 2015) my bosses boss ( gosh the Council’s hierarchy was gigantic!) I was informed face to face that my post was at risk (aka redundancy) but it was so strange as following those words I couldn’t hear anything else he said to me as he rambled on for what seemed like hours and hours (was just a few minutes really) all I could see above his head was the dark clouds of gloom ( which he brought with his management style) had parted and the sun popped out blazing away surrounded by clear blue sky.

    Nodding, I took his voice tone to be ‘positive’ for me, but I honestly haven’t to this day got a clue about what he said after he broke the (oh so positive) news to me.

    Funnily, representatives from the hierarchy and HR needed to communicate stuff to me, so I searched for and chose my email address as ‘teldetrop’, with detrop meaning ‘uneccesary’ or ‘unwanted’ as that’s how I felt. I’m sure with their low IQ they never worked that one out!

    Oh and through the timeline ‘consultation’ period my supportive Union representative who’s aim was for my job protection just told me to accept it, get out and do something else!…..which I did!

    …and a little poem I wrote after my redundancy kicked in….

    So here I walk away
    Redundant from today
    Tossed aside into the gutter
    As if it really didn’t matter
    Thrown into the brown wheelie bin
    All the work I had put in
    All the time, effort, expertise I’d got
    Just doesn’t seem to matter a jot
    From the people that manage and supposed to care
    Look straight through as if I wern’t there
    The bosses that reside at ‘archie brook
    Really did not give a fukk
    So head held high I journey on
    Lookin back over what has gone
    It was stripped away in front of all
    What a cheek what a gall
    As I drive away beyond a mile
    There’s one thing you wont take
    n that’s my smile!

    Oooh now for a cup-of-T

  • Eeek….ouchy 3 moment

    It was a simple task

    No need to gasp

    Pruning apples trees

    Up a ladder not on my knees

    Sun shining in the sky

    Everywhere was really dry

    One tree pruned

    I’m just so tuned

    Second one smaller tree

    Easier for me

    Final branch needed saw

    Hand held one makes an easy chore

    Found that branch was hard to saw

    But done this many times before

    Last pull back and branch is cut

    Felt stabbing pain, oh tut tut

    My other hand holding trunk

    Into my hand the saw had sunk

    Removing gloves it so did bleed

    Wrapping with towelling I so did need

    Packed up quickly homeward bound

    Cold sweats really did abound

    Lots of blood from my gardening chore

    Folk said “it’s a nick” don’t be a bore

    But it’s still my hand and hurt it does

    I don’t do pain, I make a fuss

    So ouchy 3 has come and gone

    I do wonder how long gardening I can carry on

    I love my work and the folk I meet

    But not much fun if I get buried down six feet!

    Yes, I’m a wimp when it comes to pain and blood and I work as careful as I can. Accidents are just that.

    Could I have planned the way I had worked on that second apple tree, of course…..but only after the event!

    So, off for a few days whilst my hand repairs itself…. Hopefully no more accidents please… My body can’t take it!

    now for a cup-of-T

  • Hard isn’t it?

    Just remember, when the going gets tough, I will survive!

  • My customers are always right?… aren’t they?

    Well, one of my customers wanted to control the moss growing on the lawns.

    So armed with appropriate equipment, aka watering can, lawn moss killer, canes to judge application areas, for the two tiny lawns of 60m2 in total, I thought, as I looked closely, that really the lawns are in good shape, few bits of moss growing, but mainly usual green coloured  grasses. Even after a cold, drab grey laden cloudy skies over the past few months of Winter has still kept these lawns looking good and healthy.

    So with my usual “Hi, how are you today? I’ll just put this Mosskiller onto your lawns,” she replied “Well, that’s fine, just to let you know that I’m selling my house and moving nearer into the middle of the Village.”

    And I replied “so when are you thinking of doing this?”…..”well, now!” she replied “the ‘For Sale’ board goes up next week.”

    So the ‘good gardener’ in me said ” so why are you spending money on trying to make a good lawn look ‘gooder’ when you will have moved out and someone else will enjoy what you’ve paid out for?”

    And she thought a short while, smiled  and said ” oh, hadn’t thought of that and you’re right of course!” and agreed that there was no need to do this gardening task and apologised, to which I felt one wasn’t needed!

    To me, if there’s no point doing a gardening task for a genuine reason then I always explain why it shouldn’t be done.

    At the end of the day, the customer is always, often, sometimes, now and again can be right, but never wrong as things just need explaining as to options or alternatives or just putting an explanation as to why something should be or not be, that is the question!

    now for a cup-of-T

  • Well, she’s still here!

    So, arriving at a customer’s garden today and when I know my customer is in, I always knock or bing-bong at the door in my usual pre-work chat routine, one to say “hi”, the other to find out what gardening they would like me to do.

    The meaning of my usual ‘Hi’ is always followed by “how are you today?”

    Well, today my elderly customer replied, “Well, I’m still here!”

    To which I replied, “ahh….that’s what my elderly mum used to say every time I spoke to her” ( it brought back instant memories to me as those words had just been said by my customer, of the very same words my mum always said to me)

    And in an instant without thinking I then said “she’s dead now.”

    And as my words auto-fell out of my mouth (and I thought, nooo, what have I just said) my customer just smiled back at me and quietly said ” I will be soon too”.

    A moment’s brief interlude brought me bounding back with “nah, you’ve got years to go”, knowing full well that she hasn’t and her also knowing that too!

    Anyways, after a continuing chat about the freezing cold weather and looking at her pots of Iris, Daffodils and Crocus flowering away in their multicoloured and blooming fashion, she guided me to an area of weediness needing my gardening attention.

    Well, all in all, my customer is ‘still here’ and I’m ‘still here’ too!

    now for a cup-of-T

  • Fairy lights don’t twinkle anymore

    Working in customer’s gardens is great.

    Full satisfaction when completing and looking back over a customer’s garden, on the tasks completed, mowing, edging, brushing, dead heading, planting, weeding, watering and all those usual gardening tasks to do.

    Oh, and including the repairing of fairy lights!

    Yes, those three mile long strands of almost ‘invisible’ (you know what’s coming) wire with trillions of twinkling lights which appear in the hours of darkness generated through a tiny solar cell in daylight hours.

    Lovely!

    So why aren’t they secateur resistant of  about six inch thick armour plated cable? It wouldn’t be that hard to develop!

    Customers love them. They are everywhere festooned on gateways, fences, tree trunks and yes stems of plants. I guess it’s a ‘hang up’ (no pun intended) and carry over from Christmas?

    hey, we can have these twinkly lights all year round and not cost us a penny in electricity. Let’s go get miles and miles of them for our garden!”

    Now I’m not a party pooper. I bet they look lovely and create a ‘Blackpool illumination’ theme for your garden all year round. I just wish I knew where they were.

    “can you just prune back those shrubs please, they’re getting too big?” I do ask now…..but….before I would just snip away and then think.” Oh my gosh what’s this?…( or similar). Oh, another pruned fairy light cable (Cable?.. I think not..more like a strand of cotton entwined through the shrub I’m pruning. And why is it that I couldn’t see it before the secateurs went ‘snip?’

    I do ask now though if there are any fairy lights within plants. I say within plants as at the time they are placed on a plant they are no doubt hung in it’s outer edges only to find as the plant grows the fairy lights become hidden more inside the plant, probably less effective at night and obviously less visible.

    So, my first ‘snippit’ occasion, my shock and horror that I’ve cut through a customers fairy lights. It’s one of those ‘ I can’t undo’ moments realising that eventually retrieving two pieces of microscopic wires and thinking ‘ best act quick here before the customer finds out.’

    Now I’m not one to just whistle and walk away. I just own up if I break something of a customers in their garden..accidents do happen… so it’s easier to say you’ve broken something and pay for any damage caused than just try to ‘cover my tracks’ only for the customer to do their ‘Sherlock Holmes impression’ and deduce it was me who did it ‘in the garden with the secateurs!’

    So, off to the local DIY store I wizzed…connector block, electrical tape purchased. I didn’t have any of these in my van as I’m a gardener not an electrician, however I do now just incase!  Already have suitable screwdriver and pliers. Wizzed back and after a few more minutes fairy lights reconnected and ready to blaze away in the nearing hours of darkness.

    As I said earlier I always say if I’ve done something ‘bad’ in a customer’s garden.

    “hi just letting you know, on pruning your shrubs I didn’t realise there were fairy lights hung inside the branches. Sorry. But I went to the DIY store and bought stuff to fix them with. Obviously, no charge, it was my mistake.”

    and the reply came….

    ” oh thank you for being so honest and taking the time to get them repaired but not to worry, they haven’t worked for years!”

    Now, outwardly I smiled, inside I ‘smiled’ too or something very dissimilar!

    So, my way since then has been to ask “are there any fairy lights inside the plants that I ‘can’t see’? Do they work?!

    Every day’s a learning day in my gardening world!

    now for a cup-of-T

  • New ouchy moment x2

    Well, I’ve worn my safety glasses all day over the last two gardening days…. didn’t even knew I had them on, so comfy, and, well, see through ( well I guess they need to be!)

    So much so that setting off from one customer to the next, I tried to put my driving glasses on over my safety glasses as I forgot I was wearing them.

    No inci dents, no pokey eyes out, my safety glasses work.

    So, now I need safety glasses for the top of my head! Twice today I stood up from a kneeling gardening position clearing weeds completely forgetting there were low slung tree branches directly above my head. Not once but twice I managed to bang my head causing pain, some blood and more “ohh my gosh” comments or similar from me!

    So, head protection is my next challenge to find.

    Time for more plasters….

    and a cup-of-T