I tell you – just as I wrote ONLY 2 days ago that my darling beautiful puppies have grown up and are no longer amused by naughty doings there they go – I think they read my blog!
I'm typing away – all is quiet – I suddenly realise – a little too quiet. Life Coach leaves laptop to investigate - 2 puppies are merrily tucking in to the next door neighbours fence of all things! All in a bid to get to the dog the other side. They don't like Buster (next doors dog) – never have – always lots of barking and leaping at the fence in their energetic but vain attempts to scare him away, or eat him alive – I prefer to think scare him away. Now they've obviously decided between the two of them to take the fence down bit by bit, panel by panel. As it we needed something to make our garden look a disaster zone. Let's just say we're not natural gardeners – me and The Husband.
The gardening to which I referred in my last blog is out front not out back – out back is exactly where it should remain – out back away from eyes who will judge my coaching expertise on my gardening expertise or rather the lack of it. I've always wanted a nice garden – The Husband did attempt a flower bed at the back once. It had a Japanese maple tree in it and everything – we watered it, we tended it, we sat next to it, admired it, then the weather got cold or I forgot to water it one day and then like a slippery slope, I couldn't be bothered/forgot and decay set it, everything died.
The lavender (amazingly!) did quite well on neglect but following a swarm of bees in my garden month on month of that summer (I'm scared on bees) I decided none of it should stay so eventually even the hardy lavender went the way of the delicate Japanese maple.
SO, visitors of our back garden (or wasteland as we lovingly refer to it) get this advice;
a) don't run on the grass, you'll get caught in potholes, break your ankle and your can't sue me because I've warned you,
b) mind out for the stones (if visitors adorn bare feet) the dogs dig up the stones, toss them around and play with them until I notice and can be torn away from my laptop before a dog starts choking and vets bills are incurred
and c) don't judge the lack of gardening expertise anywhere near my coaching business. I'm a good coach – in fact, I spend all my time and attention doing that to avoid the bloody gardening.
The front though – is 4 weeks old. A source of great pride (currently anyway) to me and The Husband. Nothing has gone brown yet, flowers in the pots either side of the front door (you know the green balls on stems with oversized daisies on them?) they're doing quite well and the lavender shingle (not plant – learnt from that one!) looks great when I've just watered. So that's what I'm about to do now – water the front – in between retrieving more wood from next doors fence from my puppies mouths! Flippin heck!
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