Tag: Weeds

four long days, one man’s weed is another man’s wildflower – first published 6 July 2014

July 2014 and I was quickly learning there was a downside to three day weekends. Namely, the four long work days that go with them. When I worked at Mad House I worked four ten hour days and it took me quite a while to get used to it. It had been a few years since then and I started my first long week at the Bus Mines wondering how I’d cope. Maybe if it hadn’t been sunny when I left home that Wednesday morning I wouldn’t have minded quite so much. The garden was calling but I had to ignore it. Continue reading four long days, one man’s weed is another man’s wildflower – first published 6 July 2014

sea, wildflowers and motivation – first published 19 April 2013

Moss on the old sea wall
Moss on the old sea wall

My walk along the shore had reminded me of the reason I’d signed up for the Moonwalk. Perhaps I needed that before the next walk, which would be a full marathon. In the end this was not about aching legs, painful knees, blistered feet or struggling to put one foot in front of the other, it was about raising money to help fight cancer. Now it was time to walk back and this part of the walk reminded me that nature is not always cruel. Continue reading sea, wildflowers and motivation – first published 19 April 2013

Flowers and weeds, who decides?

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9 to 11 June 2015

Although my toe stood up the the vaults tour there really hadn’t been that much walking and I thought I’d be wise to rest it as much as possible before I had to walk to work on Wednesday. As Tuesday was bright and sunny, if still not particularly warm, I spent the day pottering in the garden trimming things back and generally tidying up. Unless you listen to Commando, who is chief mower of lawns, mine is a low maintenance garden. Mostly it consists of shrubs that need tidying occasionally and lots of annuals that seed themselves. Apart from cutting back the honeysuckle and ivy arch once a year and a bit of judicial clipping, it tends to look after itself. Continue reading Flowers and weeds, who decides?