Well….This is getting exciting. The keen garden labourer returned. There was still debris in the ground. I had dug over the entire plot 30 years ago…twice and got out 2 skips of rubble. The section at the end only got one dig over, in a hurry. The grass that had been down there was always poor and the ground hard and lumpy. I knew it was going to be hard going in this bit of garden, hence the need for help. This chap now took to the task with a vengeance. He constructed a giant seiving system out of an old fire guard, several spades, the legs of a dead table and a grass rake. That started to take care of the filtering out of the rubble, but he excavated a trench that was remenicent of a Time Team excavation and has discovered so far: one wheel barrow, one tin bath and a timber shaft of some kind. Tune in next week to find out what it was. — Wendy
Having many yeas ago planted out my Cordyline house plant, it has rewarded me with this elegant tree. Starlings and Fieldfare flock to the seed heads during the winter in a spectacular display. Now however, the bark is peeling away from the trunk and new spikes are sprouting from the trunk. What will happen next? Any ideas? — Wendy
Whilst I was assessing what to do next, one of the people, who rang me last week in response to my advert at the job centre, called up to see if I wanted to try him out, I did. He came on Monday and turned out to be a great find. Six foot two and as broad an ox, he wanted no tea or coffee, to start the day, but to get his hands on the spade and start digging, oh joy. He laboured eagerly, still declining beverages, and began offering helpful suggestions which proved his gardening experience and knowledge. The sun was shining and so was his forehead as he powered through the work. He dug, sieved, cleared, swept and bagged the debris as he went, then loaded it into my car, so that it was an oddly satisfying drive to the dump, as I was not filthy or exhausted by the work that had necessitated the trip. Back in the garden the work continued a pace, and still no beverages. I began to see that I could expand my original ideas for the space that needed revamping; I could be more ambitious because the work was not going to cost me my health. I was just considering if I could adopt this chap, or marry him off to one of my daughters, when reality resurfaced and he had to leave early with a splitting headache. I knew he should have had those beverages, it was dehydration I recon.