Ain’t no sunshine here today but at least it’s dry.
I’ve been putting the garden to bed, a job that’s usually a job-and-half but, because we’ve had the gardening elves in while we were away in France, it’s been an absolute joy.
My hands smelt divine as I cut back the straggly lemon balm that grows at the foot of a two-seater bench in the courtyard.
The Herb Robert came out like a dream, leaving beautiful earth in its wake. And even the creeping buttercups, which had started to creep back, came up easily with elbow grease and a garden fork.
My hands were filthy because I left my gardening gloves in France but I actually kind of like the feel of earth under my fingernails. Not for me manicured talons that would prevent me from scooping up soil in my hands or typing on my laptop.
Years ago, when I worked as a local newspaper reporter, one of my jobs was to input the handwritten gardening report from the plant specialist at the local garden centre.
At the end of the report, he always had a few gardening tips. The two I remember is to use a pair of tights to store onions (ooer, missus, you need to take your legs out of them first first) and to draw your fingernails along a bar of soap before you start work in the garden to stop dirt getting under your nails.
I say I remember those tips but I forgot them until now, which is a bit late because my nails are filthy.
Still, I managed to scrub them up a bit before the Sound of Music Through The Square Window today. I wouldn’t want to get Ding Dong Daddy’s sound equipment grubby.
Today’s song was for my friends in the village who are still in quarantine and anyone else who is not grabbing this weekend with both hands and doing something.
It was Get Out Of Your Lazy Bed by Matt Bianco, to which DJ Landlord banged away with invisible drumsticks outside the pub and a little girl danced with her dad in front of the village green. I also played a non-existent double bass behind the curtains, so quite a party.
Love, Maddie x