It's a jungle out there!

Brr, it’s getting cold here. We have had so much rain lately the sky looks bruised and purple. It gets dark ridiculously early now meaning the days are getting shorter. Great, less time than usual to get things done.

Now as you know I am not the most domestic housewife out there and I will be the first to admit that I am not the best gardener in the world. But yet I try. The most I can do in the garden is plant flowers, which have already grown to half their ultimate size and trim a little here and there.

Needless to say that we have neglected our autumn lawn care somewhat, what with Doo working at least 84 hours a week and me, sadly I don’t have an excuse. When the builders returned recently they even commented on the lawn length and offered for us to borrow their mower as the grass had grown so long.

It’s a little embarrassing when our neighbour has the neatest garden I’ve ever seen. I imagine she tiptoes out there with a magnifying glass, tape measure and small clippers to trim the grass blade by blade.

You may remember at the beginning of the summer Doo and I were complaining because the grass didn’t seem to grow at all. Here we are now complaining that it is too long. Well it looks like we did the right thing leaving it to grow for so long, it wasn’t that we have been lazy at all, for all the new seeds we planted during those early summer days have shot up so green and so strong.

So Doo managed to get in the garden and give it a quick once over before the really cold weather sets in. He said he will probably step outside once or twice before Christmas but we shall have to wait and see.

For now we had better keep Youngling off the fresh new strips and try to distract PolPol with something new to play with. She spent many an hour prowling through the towering grassland. She must have felt like lioness hunting in the wilderness. It really was a jungle out there.

There’s something peaceful almost therapeutic with gardening isn’t there? It appears to be a jungle everywhere, metaphorically speaking of course. Hectic and busy lives, people squawking and growling. Even with the children I’ve noticed their territorial behavioural instincts kicking in.

So if you lived in the jungle, which animal would you be?

Take Care
Kate
xx

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