If Dad was still around he probably wouldn’t believe this but I’m feeling pretty good this afternoon after spending a couple of hours in the garden this morning. Yes, Me, in the garden (I think ghost of dad just had a heart attack). I never thought I’d actually want to spend that much time mowing, edging and weeding.
I remember one particular afternoon when I had to mow the lawns while Dad was at bowls. I sulked in my room, no doubt reading Dr Who books, until mum eventually forced me out to the back yard. I think I yelled and grumbled through the lawns, there may have even been some tears when the bloody lawn mower refused to start and it began to drizzle. I’d do anything possible to put off my one hard job. Nana’s lawns though, not a problem but they may have had something to do with the jelly beans and five dollars that came with them.
Any ways, no tears or grumbling 30 years later and I’m a lot better with an edger.
