Speaking of nuts, our littl'un, five year old Finlay has a mild bed wetting problem. Alison said to him the other night, "Do you know you are wetting the bed or does it just happen in your sleep? If you are awake, you could ask me to take you to the toilet you know." He replied in the only way a 5 year old can, "Willies don't have ears." Pause, "Or mouths, so they can't speak or hear if they are awake." Just an aside...
These are the scars I mentioned on the front moss-lawn at Pat's:
|The nozzle - in action|
Zap that algae! POW! No more slippy slidey; no more zoosporangium multiplying willy nilly all over the path. Well, not until later today anyway!
Next week, I am attacking the compost heap at Pat's. It's huge and never been used properly. I intend on digging it over and seeing how much I can chuck on the borders. The heap is about ten foot by six and three foot deep and, like I say hasn't been touched for years. There's grass cuttings and leaves mostly in it but the oldest stuff in there is probably upwards of ten years old. Can't wait to get stuck in. Pictures to come...
Like say, happy digging!