When is a back yard like a nightclub?
In April after a long wet winter.
I had thought my tinkering in the yard yesterday would amount to no real aesthetic improvement. In daylight I would say that is definitely the case. But last night with the winter lights taken off the washing line, and hung amongst the greenery of climbing plants things did not look too shabby.
The mildew covered slabs just have a bit of unwanted texture that only consistent sunlight and a good scrub will remedy. Not unlike the sticky carpets of nightclubs and pubs.
I have always liked places of the night. I was an early adopter of going to nightclubs, and knew with first hand experience at my grandparents pub, what the morning after the night before looked and smelled like. All this when smoking indoors in public places was entirely normal.
The morning after the night before in my yard has filled me with horror.
Just before writing this I was googling how to trim Pampas grass. We were sold a tiny one in error about 3 years ago. Over this last wet winter it has thrived and looks like a monster in the small raised bed where it was planted with the other intentional small grasses.
Suddenly there is a time limit to a big yardening endeavour.
“Typically before April”
Already and unknowingly I am on the back foot. There are also no signs that our Pampas has done any dying back during our wet winter.
That is going to be a very dull blog some time next week.
The next google might be, how to dig up a Pampas once it has been trimmed.
#1400 is a big number. #1400 is the number of blogs since I moved on from #Pandemicponderings the original daily blog that recorded the Covid-19 experience. I never intended to be a long term daily blogger. I was just caught between a first blogging course and the follow up which was greatly delayed by Covid-19 restrictions.
So from the drama of Covid-19 to the mundanity of daily life. I turn up here most days and some days not a lot happens.
A lesson worth learning I think.
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