Moving wood and digging
On Saturday went down and helped Larry to move some of the eleven feet long, eight by three inch beams ready to edge a deep bed by the fence. This will form part of our ‘natural wildlife refuge and keep squash stealing fence climbers out‘ project.
Then carried on with digging over the bottom patch of plot 5.
My wife came down and I could tell it wasn’t good as soon as I could see her. Her mum had suffered a major stroke and was not expected to respond again. Threw the spade into the shed and we left for the hospital.
She passed away on Sunday morning. She has been ill for some years and had only just moved into a nursing home. She was an archetype mother, apart from her five children and nine granchildren she was, for many years a lollipop lady and helper at the primary school down the street. Never happier than when she was surrounded by children. That’s how I will remember her.
Returned to the plot and finished digging the patch, which only took ten minutes. Put the wheelbarrow and spade away and sat on the bench for a while watching the birds. Grey and cold seemed fitting for the mood.
They’re predicting a cold snap – check you’re ready for it!