Weeding Between the Cracks and My Continual Battle With Blooming Nature

This morning, I went down to our communal garden to do a bit of tidying up. I spent some time pulling up the weeds from between the cracks in the concrete. I bought a little gadget from a shop that's actually meant for getting mud out of a horse riders' boots. The last time I looked, I didn’t have a horse, but I found that it was perfect for pulling up weeds. It was as cheap as chips, too. It's backbreaking work, but it feels good to get some fresh air. I know in a couple of weeks' time, the frigging weeds will be poking through again, but for now it looks a lot better.

I came across a few surprises in the garden while I was weeding and clearing things out. The first was a pot meerkat peering at me. I felt as though I was being judged on my work.

The second was a sign, which I thoroughly agree with. "If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees!" Gardening is bad enough, without touching my toes.

For several months, a little robin has taken up residence in one corner of the garden. Every time, I pop down it makes an appearance. I usually have some birdseed in my pocket, so it always gets fed. Robins like sunflower hearts, so I might plant some sunflower seeds when the frost has past.

Sweeping up the leaves, I came across the usual suspects of worms and caterpillars. I think everything has its place, so I rescued them and put them somewhere safe. I don't like picking up worms. I think it goes back to my childhood when my grandad used to throw them at me. Anyway, I had my thick gardening gloves on, so it wasn't a problem.

The toads also got taken over the road to the village pond. After all that, it was time for me to have a shower!