Many years ago, a colleague said to me, “women’s lives have three phases: horses, hormones and horticulture”. I laughed but I never thought that I would be interested in gardening. Well, my time has come. We have a small triangle of garden and I have been very busy cutting back foliage and depositing it in a mini-skip. What I didn’t at all anticipate was how much satisfaction it would give me. The children are a bit mournful about the radical tree elimination programme and the Princess said to me, “I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees” but I am just blithely going on with my Thneed creation programme. I can see grass in patches now.
There’s nothing left now but knitting…
Take it from me, it’s great therapy. Save something that you can whack on particularly frustrating days!
I was trying to think of an equivalent progress for those of us who were dancy rather than horsy – ballet, babies, bridge?