Bloomin’ Amazing…
You could also read this as:
I like to do other things than gardening
I am too lazy to get up early, and put some elbow grease into my Hola Enormous Houseyard!
Whatever…
It’s a shame really. Because the potential is enormous. Great tracts of lawn and potential garden beds. And real garden beds, somewhat buried at present under months of neglect, weeds and some Black-Eyed Susan that is seriously looking to take over the civilised world.
(Anyone read The Day of the Triffids at school… scary, man!).
I have successfully found lots of other things to do for about the past year – mostly photographing, a spot of mummying here and there, some wife-ing and cattle-stuff, oh, and a bit of blogging could be to blame also! So, with the exception of planting out flowering seedlings in small logs-come-planter-boxes and Bullseye’s memorial garden, my garden has pretty much survived (or died) on its own. The pups have taken care of much of my pathetic planting efforts (hmmmmm!!!) and Middy decided to turn one planter box into a sandbox. Remind me why I like animals again??
Finally I could stand it no longer – last week I actually weeded this little garden (sadly, not before I took this photo!).
Bush Babe secret: if you crop and zoom hard enough, you really can’t see the weeds. This is the way one should live life. Just crop the crap out. See above. The end.
Back to real time, and Bush Babe wielding a pair of pruners. I was quite a sight…
I pruned, baby!. Rose bushes. I hate rose bushes. They are mean and vindictive and not very pretty. Especially when I neglect them on a world championship level – one was actually almost as tall as the roof of our house… I kid you not.
So I kitted up, dragged the man-size wheelbarrow into -place and gingerly started to hack. And hack. AND HACK!! I have very little clue what I am doing, but there was some remaining advice from my darling mother echoing round in my head about inside branches going, leaving buds to outside branches… whatever! I hacked like there was no tomorrow. Quite therapeutic really. The wheelbarrow disappeared under thorny twigs and sheets of Black-Eyed Susan (seriously people, I was Indiana Jones without the accent! And with a D cup. OK, an E cup. Sheesh! My diet starts tomorrow.)
Where was I? Oh yes. Hacking. So hopefully, I haven’t actually killed the rosebuses I inherited with this houseyard and this house. And hopefully, in about two months time, my yard will look slightly less like Revenge of the Black Eyed Susan and The Rampaging Thorn Bushes and more like Australian Country Living. Well. I doubt that. That would take REAL effort. But at least it might look a little more like this…
10 Comments
Leslie
I admire your industrious efforts!
Minus 3 here this morning.
jeanie
Well done – you do too garden though, as I count the million miles of mowing as a category of the gardening variety.
I hope it is – otherwise we have done NO gardening here of late either.
debby
But, oh, don’t you feel so proud when it’s done?
Job well done!
debby
Hey, BB, I’ve just been sniffling about poor lost Nell. Don’t you think it’s time to indulge me with a picture of ‘Mine’, now that he’s all grown up? Well. In the throes of canine adolescence anyways.
Karen
Yes, poor Nell! Made me a little weepy this morning.
My garden is about half covered in 2-foot high weeds that we have to dig through in order to find veggies. Shameful, I know, but it’s hard to get things done with my toddler “helpers.”
By the way, look what I came across online: http://www.aussieslang.com/
rhubarbwhine
LOL with the D / E cup!
LOL with the diet!
And A-FRIKKEN-MEN to “Just crop the crap out. The end.” I needed that today. You are my mantra.
Looking forward to EKKA time. 🙂
Jayne
Roses love to be slashed, hacked and treated mean – I think most housewives grew ’em to solely take their frustrations out on them each year lol 😉
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Leslie – one of my best friends lives in Canberra. Like I tell her, surely one day you will wake up and realise that this is AUSTRALIA and there is absolutely NO NEED for one to freeze one’s buns off as if one lives in the freaking ANTARCTIC!!! Crazy place to live… heh heh.
Jeanie… if mowing is gardening then I am Jamie Durie. Hmmm. I would like mowing to be considered gardening but suspect it is merely like cleaning the kitchen as opposed to being chef. Or something like that!
Debby – the pride lasted about three hours. Then I looked again at how much still had to be done. The wheelbarrow isn’t even emptied. Only so long I can live off the glory of the hacking, I’m afraid!
Karen – I have pointed Ree (well whoever actually reads comment # 1636 on her site!) to my story about Patch and her miracle return after three days gone. There is still hope. Thanks for the Aussie Slang site – my post is being fine-tuned before uploading… stay tuned! And thanks!
Shirl – you’re on my list of To Do’s!! Glad I made you giggle. My E cups make SSB smile too!
Jayne – thanks for the tips. I can stop taking my issues out on SSB and the kids then??? Kidding… heh heh!
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
PS Patch’s story is here.
steviewren
“This is the way one should live life. Just crop the crap out.”
Words of wisdom that I plan to live by from this day forward! If you can’t beat it, just focus on the best and ignore the rest.