I do so enjoy reading about your garden happenings! I found myself flat on my back in a flowerbed just recently, having taken a step back and then tripped on a flowerpot. I grabbed at a wrought iron chair on the way down, which didn't exactly work out very well, and managed to graze a chunk off my knee, through my jeans, in the process, as it fell on top of me, adding insult to injury! Well that was me grounded, for the rest of the week. I haven't had an out of control bonfire, yet - but hearing about yours, I shall endeavor to be careful, as well as armed with the hose...
Ooooh, hope you’re okay now? That sounds nasty. Little flowerpots are treacherous! Last time I stood on one I was watering (in my slippers). Tripped over it, fell on the stone steps, cracked two ribs. Out for weeks. A miserable summer. And they say gardening is fun!? ;-)
Fortunately, most of me landed in a big bed of Crocosmia - which hasn't looked quite the same, since! My first thought, whilst lying there staring up at the sky, was that I must surely have cracked a rib or two - but I was lucky to get away with just bruising, a bloody knee, and the need for a visit to the chiropractor. I was breathing shallowly for the rest of the week, and walking gingerly, to say the least. Two cracked ribs - well that must have been mighty painful; and drat, that it spoiled your summer! :(
Your fire story gave me a good laugh with my morning coffee and it was read to the hubby, who also laughed. That’s because we’ve all had a time when things didn’t go as planned. This would make a great contest—what was your worst garden fiasco? I’m glad everything is okay. But I also enjoyed hearing about the garden supports and how you let your bank be a wild place . As always, thanks so much for the good read.
How many times have I searched for my Felco#2 pruners?! And they are bright red! I think secateurs is such a beautiful name for them but I might be tossed out of Texas if I tried saying that. Ha. Love your writing!
Hah! Yes my old telcos went through the compost a couple of times. I honestly hadn’t realised there was a translation or different name for them. But, yes. Maybe you’re right ;-) And thank you! That’s very kind.
This did make me chuckle! I absolutely promised myself that I was going to get the plant supports in on time this year but a combination of being late doing all the big jobs and a delay in delivery of some grow through supports put paid to that. we have massive rose floppage so I have cut our losses and brutally dead headed everything. I shall wait patiently for the next flush, whilst clinging onto my hori-hori because if i lost that i would be devastated!!
I lost my favourite trowel/dibbler somewhere in the garden. Equally devastating to me, as we are inseparable. Serious withdrawal symptoms. My husband ordered me a substitute which came in three days but it’s longer so like caring around a samurai sword. I’m still searching. The garden has exploded into growth so now am searching through 4 to 5 feet of overgrowth…. They are hiding out with my husband’s needle nosed pliers, also MIA.
Ah, I am sorry to hear that. Hopefully they show up soon… failing that the winter clearance! It’s funny how we get so attached to ‘the right tool’. Happy hunting!
I’m easily impressed. I should also say that I live in “the states”, so there you go. I can’t speak for all Americans, but to me pruners are hand shears whereas loppers are long-handled shears. “Divided by a common language” as they say.
I do so enjoy reading about your garden happenings! I found myself flat on my back in a flowerbed just recently, having taken a step back and then tripped on a flowerpot. I grabbed at a wrought iron chair on the way down, which didn't exactly work out very well, and managed to graze a chunk off my knee, through my jeans, in the process, as it fell on top of me, adding insult to injury! Well that was me grounded, for the rest of the week. I haven't had an out of control bonfire, yet - but hearing about yours, I shall endeavor to be careful, as well as armed with the hose...
Ooooh, hope you’re okay now? That sounds nasty. Little flowerpots are treacherous! Last time I stood on one I was watering (in my slippers). Tripped over it, fell on the stone steps, cracked two ribs. Out for weeks. A miserable summer. And they say gardening is fun!? ;-)
Fortunately, most of me landed in a big bed of Crocosmia - which hasn't looked quite the same, since! My first thought, whilst lying there staring up at the sky, was that I must surely have cracked a rib or two - but I was lucky to get away with just bruising, a bloody knee, and the need for a visit to the chiropractor. I was breathing shallowly for the rest of the week, and walking gingerly, to say the least. Two cracked ribs - well that must have been mighty painful; and drat, that it spoiled your summer! :(
It’s a dangerous game this gardening lark
Your fire story gave me a good laugh with my morning coffee and it was read to the hubby, who also laughed. That’s because we’ve all had a time when things didn’t go as planned. This would make a great contest—what was your worst garden fiasco? I’m glad everything is okay. But I also enjoyed hearing about the garden supports and how you let your bank be a wild place . As always, thanks so much for the good read.
Excellent! I knew other gardeners would relate! Great to hear you enjoyed it!
How many times have I searched for my Felco#2 pruners?! And they are bright red! I think secateurs is such a beautiful name for them but I might be tossed out of Texas if I tried saying that. Ha. Love your writing!
Hah! Yes my old telcos went through the compost a couple of times. I honestly hadn’t realised there was a translation or different name for them. But, yes. Maybe you’re right ;-) And thank you! That’s very kind.
This did make me chuckle! I absolutely promised myself that I was going to get the plant supports in on time this year but a combination of being late doing all the big jobs and a delay in delivery of some grow through supports put paid to that. we have massive rose floppage so I have cut our losses and brutally dead headed everything. I shall wait patiently for the next flush, whilst clinging onto my hori-hori because if i lost that i would be devastated!!
So glad! If you can’t laugh at a numpty in the garden…? The roses caught me out too. All of a sudden they were just massive and blooming.
Glad I am not the only person to lose tools - currently my hori hori is lost in action.
Haha! The tool that goes missing most is the daisy grubber. Always tipped into the compost with a trug full of weeds. Hope you find yours soon!
Lovely photos of your garden, Elliot. Don’t envy you your bank. What a job.
Thank you! Yes it’s always a battle! Very good training for calf muscles though! ;-)
I lost my favourite trowel/dibbler somewhere in the garden. Equally devastating to me, as we are inseparable. Serious withdrawal symptoms. My husband ordered me a substitute which came in three days but it’s longer so like caring around a samurai sword. I’m still searching. The garden has exploded into growth so now am searching through 4 to 5 feet of overgrowth…. They are hiding out with my husband’s needle nosed pliers, also MIA.
Ah, I am sorry to hear that. Hopefully they show up soon… failing that the winter clearance! It’s funny how we get so attached to ‘the right tool’. Happy hunting!
Thanks for expanding my vocabulary. Secateurs. A lofty sounding name for pruners.
Not really. Just what I’ve always known them as. To me ‘pruners’ are ‘loppers’.
I’m easily impressed. I should also say that I live in “the states”, so there you go. I can’t speak for all Americans, but to me pruners are hand shears whereas loppers are long-handled shears. “Divided by a common language” as they say.
Sorry, but the fire incident made me laugh out loud!! A good save with the hose I have today. Gorgeous photographs. Have a lovely weekend
Don’t apologise. It was a funny fiasco. Thank you very much!