The Sage and I went out into the garden and solemnly discussed what needs to be done. It’s depressing. I mean, it was quite positive in that we agreed on the first things to do -some of those 5′ tall weeds that Al mentioned on the bee blog must be cut down and cleared, then we can finish (or nearly finish, there’s another section that has Jerusalem artichokes over it at present) making the concrete paths. We will also decide on the size and position of the shed that Al and I want to make. It will be a lean-to against the wall, and we’ll be able to keep pots and tools in it.
We also agreed that we need to clear the bit between the soft fruit and the stream, so that we can put up rabbit-proof netting.
There’s some problem regarding the wall. It was meant to be a 4-year project, but this is the 4th year and the Sage kept vetoing bricks until last autumn, when he finally found some he would accept. I just can’t face another 4 years while we build it slowly, but the alternative seems to be getting a brickie in to do it in a great hurry – as taking his slow time while I *help*would also waste it and that’s too expensive – and I’m reluctant to let go of this project. I’m not at all happy about it, but I’ll let it mull.
The area around the lawn which we cleared last autumn was not entirely completed – there’s some stuff I can’t shift, and the Sage is a keen starter but not, I’m afraid, a completer of tasks; he thinks that 90% is enough, whereas sometimes it’s the last bit that makes it all pull together. I am a completer (though not too good at getting started) and this has always been hard for me to cope with. Anyway, we’ve agreed on the way forward there, and also to get a new smaller lawnmower; either electric or at least with a key start, so that I can mow the grass as I want it regularly. I think that there’s nothing more counter-productive than nagging and husbands, like children, have a hair-trigger ‘off’ switch when they’re reminded of something too often. Better to work out another way to solve the problem.
The front field has been simply mowed for hay for some years, but we’d quite like to have it grazed. It needs to be fenced before this can be done, and water provided. He’s busy sorting this out and that will be excellent. The grass was mowed yesterday and it looked an excellent crop. It’s lovely quality hay, as it isn’t fed and watered but grows naturally, so has very good flavour. Or so I’m told. I haven’t tried eating it myself. We finally seem to have got rid of the ragwort, with several years hand-weeding (a tedious job in a 4 acre field) so it’s safe for animals to eat.
Anyway, yes, it was positive in that we decided what needs to be done most urgently and we agreed on everything except the wall, which we have agreed to wait and see how I feel in a few more weeks about, but there’s just so much to do and we’re both very busy and one of us is a bit lacking in physical strength and neither of us (one more than the other) is as young as we used to be. But although I’m feeling a bit anxious about the amount to be done, what we are doing is going to make things better than they are now. So I suppose it’s positive overall. In its way.
The other thing is that Phil and I, having worked very hard for the past few days, got used to a lunchtime (short) sit-down with a can of beer. I rather want a drink right now as a consequence. Also, it might get me wildly cheerful again and thus able to go and tackle some of the garden instead of worrying about it. I think that’d be a good idea, don’t you?