So far so good – my crazy scheme seems to be working – I have been out in the garden so I would have something to write about, but in all honesty I would have been out there anyway. Wild horses wouldn’t keep me away, especially as it wasn’t raining and it wasn’t all that cold.
Often when I look at my garden and feel overwhelmed by what seems like an insurmountable task to restore order, all that is required is a second glance to realise the apparent chaos is caused by long, unruly grass and getting out the lawnmower and having a whip around is like re-setting some kind of reset button where all looks fresh and manageable again.
So instinctively I dragged the mower out of the shed to do the standard “make everything right” task. But the thing is – it has been raining here, a lot! And you may or may not know it but we live in a swamp. Well not a proper swamp. It was drained in 1886, although why they would drain a swamp when they had a whole new country to explore, I’ll never understand. So we are surrounded by a vast network of well regulated and maintained drains to stop it being a swamp. I like to think of the ones around our property not so much as drains, because that doesn’t have a particularly great ring to it. I like to think of them as a moat. We have a moat encircling our little slice of paradise – our kingdom.
The thing is we have swamp soil – which is awesome for growing veggies in, but it tends to get a little damp, which isn’t surprising when it is known as the sponge of the soil world. And I know you aren’t supposed to walk on a water logged lawn – let alone mow it! But, well… a mowed garden does look so much more manageable, and I did set it on the highest setting.
So with water glistening from the surface of the lawn as I swept over it with my trusty mower, order was drawn from the chaos. Although “sweeping past” conjures up images of some young debutant at a ball with a beautiful dress, daintily passing by. It wasn’t really like that at all – it was more of a trudge as I shoved a reluctant mower through wet grass leaving muddy footprints in my wake from my gumboots that were lined with plastic bags because I’d left them out in the rain and I didn’t want to get my socks wet!
To make matters worse, as I was mowing close to the perimeter of our kingdom I got a little close to the edge and got an almighty zap from the fence. I should have realised it would be on and set to ‘cow’, as the farmer next door had moved his herd to graze on the lovely grass – very similar to the stuff I was trying to get rid of. Sometimes I think our farmer neighbours look at us like we are crazy!
So when there are only a few wires between the cows and my garden and there are no cows in my garden, it would seem logical that very possibly there is some kind of electric charge running through those wires. We hadn’t had cows as neighbours for quite a while so it just didn’t occur to me, despite the constant mooing going on. I have to say – ‘cow’ setting is very strong. Yay for rubber gumboots. I don’t think I let out an expletive but I can’t really say for certain.
As the tingling subsided I got on with the job of mowing between the raised beds and it occurred to me that it is not unlike pushing a trolley up and down supermarket aisle wondering what you will have for tea. I have put in place a wee rule in our family that we must have something from the garden with every meal – even if it is just my sweet chilli sauce to go with takeaway fish and chips. For tea we had carrots and parsnips mashed together with a great dollop of butter to make it taste even better and steamed turnip and kohlrabi drowned in a yummy cheese sauce. It was all gobbled up by everyone.
Come again soon – I can’t wait to see what I’ll do next!
Sarah the Gardener : o )