I digress as usual. I had always intended to take early retirement, about 55, and become a gardener. Argos - bleurghhhhh - made it happen 3 years earlier by making me redundant and I really think I should thank the idiots, but what the hey, thankful to Argos? I don't think so...
Here is the true reason for loving my job...
|Oh my, look at that grass! I nurtured this rose back to life last year and this year it's unbelievable|
|This cherry tree is getting cut back this autumn, it's got a bit too big and needs a good trim|
|I call this area at Pat's Dingly Dell and would love to put a pond in here - maybe one day. Anyway, I was cutting the grass and thought, "No! I can't get rid of all these daisies!" So I left some, ain't they pretty?|
That looks a bit like this fella
|Sid the Sloth from Ice Age|
And then today at Julie's I just had to take these two pictures
Doesn't get any better really. Hard work but I don't even notice I'm doing it most days.