John the gardener came the other day. What a transformation. I decided that I’d like him to concentrate, at least initially, on getting the big flowerbed sorted out and boy has he started sorting it out. Ian, naturally, is appalled. He doesn’t really care what is growing, or how it looks, so long as something is growing… and right now not much is.
For my own part I’m not sure whether to be blown away by how much John got through, depressed that he covered in half a day what took me about a third of the summer, or relieved knowing I wasn’t the one having to do it. Of course, I can console myself that everything he’s dug so far has already been dug by me so it’s relatively easy, but I know that’s probably not the real reason… really he just knows what he’s doing and what should die and what could stay.
Whatever the reason, I’m impressed.
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