Here we are, tending our front garden, pretending we’re living in a quaint cottage in the heart of the countryside. Across the road, with their three cars, two vans, motorbike and assorted rubbish, our neighbours pretending we’re living on a sink estate amidst some indistinct urban sprawl. To each their own vision of their lives. …
Today, I think, I will do a spot of gardening, inshallah.
Back where we started. The post I fixed last summer held strong. But the next one along? Its turn to fail, wrecking my repairs. I suppose I will have to stump up the cash and get the lot properly repaired by a professional. Though perhaps I will wait for the winter storms to pass. Alas, …
Poor thing has been neglected.
Looks like a bumper year for garden fruits. All of that time spent doing nothing at all really paid off, it seems. Our fig tree has barely fruited in previous years. This year, it’s literally covered in fruit. The apple tree, meanwhile, has only ever produced the tiniest of apples, but this year sports whoppers. …
Naturally, the garden has gone wild in our absence. So much rain followed by a warm spell that we have cherry seedlings growing in the middle of the lawn. Clearly, i have my work cut out once I have the house in order. No rest for the wicked.
It’s a shame that by July the back garden has pretty much finished doing its thing. All that remains now is the rampant growth of bind weed, Russian vine, brambles and ivy from over the garden fence. The triumphant floral displays of May and June are all now long forgotten. The garden protests its neglect.
Wandering in the garden this evening, I could not help but marvel at such beauty right before my eyes. Who could enumerate the blessings of their Lord? “So which of the favours of your Lord would you deny?” Quran 55, Surah Ar-Rahman
We’re all enjoying the garden this evening, plant and human alike.
A spot of light gardening after work. Looks a bit tidier (to me).
