Cold Garden, or A Man’s Time is Not His Own

I’ve been taking some photographs for Julia this morning, showing the progress she’s been making in the garden (helped by her merry band of volunteers and the garden group).

They have revamped the compost bins, cleared a large area of scrub, put in some raised beds, discovered a variety of plants, loaded up the leafmould cage and found some garden equipment (including plastic compost bins and an incinerator).

I also sorted out the lighting procedure for the gas heater in the site hut and checked the way to remove the spool on the new battery powered strimmer the group has been given. I am a man of many (uncommercial) talents.


Revamped Compost Bins

After that I was despatched on a job for Julia. I am often sent on jobs for Julia, as regular readers will know. I did the job then I picked her up and I spent the next five and a half hours doing another job for her.


Hazel catkins

As I say, a married man’s time is not his own.

24 thoughts on “Cold Garden, or A Man’s Time is Not His Own

  1. beatingthebounds

    And you mooted rewriting your marriage vows to include ‘obey’ a few posts back. Time to reconsider?

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      1. Laurie Graves

        I do understand. 😉 I have a husband who while handy can also argue the hind leg off a mule.

    1. quercuscommunity

      You are correct, though I fear we have a long way to go in terms of compost quality. However, the longest journey starts with a single step…
      Together we could form a movement.


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