‘Cutting off the dead bits’?
What ‘dead bits’?
There aren’t any ‘dead bits’ in the garden. Not this time of year!
But it wasn’t too bad.
Worthing had put down saucers of lettuce for slugs.
And Didcott had watered seedlings in the rain.
But dead-heading roses was helpful.
Trimming the Windmill Palm - less so. It looks all sticky-outy now. And the neat-angled scissor-
cuts will go harsh and brown.
I liked its frayed and tatty grace. I liked it how it was!
Worthing has pulled out bamboo stakes. There wasn’t one left. (‘Dead.’)
And Didcott has taken rose prunings away from the Olive Tree. (Dead.)
“Sometimes,” I explained. “‘Dead’ is useful.”
They looked blank.When they set off for work I chased after them and called them back so I could give bigger hugs and better thanks.
Then I washed up the saucers and replaced the stakes.
Marjorie has arranged to meet with the second-in-charge on the M.O.D. bus. She says it’s about time someone makes a stand against Pluto and, if it has to be her on her own - then - so be it.
“What about that lot down the street?” Ming asked.
I began to say they weren’t too bad at present. At least, they’d left the clover alone since it started to flower.
That wasn’t what he meant.
“Sharon,” he said, “Sharon, not Clover.”
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