Buzzing On Opium

We received a generous amount of rain overnight and light drizzle during the morning of a generally overcast day. Jackie continued her work on clearing beds while I carried clippings and other refuse to the compost bins before a lengthy training session for what Andrew Petcher has termed the Dead-heading Olympics. Nugget visited me briefly,Continue reading “Buzzing On Opium”

A Bit Harsh

On an overcast morning promising rain we set about clearing up from Jackie’s pruning and weeding of the last couple of days. My task was to gather up, chop to size, load the debris into trugs (how many times, WP, do I have to tell you this is not rugs – look it up), and,Continue reading “A Bit Harsh”