I've been pruning trees today (as well as shopping and pottering through more of our boxes) - and now, even after a nice bath, I am aching in places I didn't even realise I had places...
Never mind, to wind down after a busy weekend, how about a little trip to the West End (circa 1968, by the looks of it), with some suitably groovy music - courtesy of the excellent Soft Tempo Lounge? Of course:
[Music: Just A Little Midnight Swim by The Butterflies]
I was scared to look in case I saw myself!
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I practiced a style of pruning other gardeners would call "hacking." Sometimes it worked, sometimes the patient didn't survive. Even when it worked, it never looked good. Now I have a real gardener who comes in twice a month, is excellent at shaping plants and everything looks much better. Plus I'm sure the plants are much happier without my Blind Samurai efforts.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind using "Blind Samurai" tactics on the scrappy weed trees at the bottom of our garden. We fully intend to get a proper tree surgeon out to decimate the hideous Ash overhanging from next door - particularly as every crack between every paving slab current has one of its seedlings attempting to grow out of it. I have a crevice weeder, sharpened and at the ready at all times. Jx
DeleteFab video. One forgets how blackened all the buildings were before the great clean up.
ReplyDelete..and how grey some of the people were. Jx
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