One foot in front of the other

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Saturday turned out to be warm, humid and sunny for most of the day but whilst it remained warm and humid by six o’clock the clouds had started to roll in. We were promised rain and that was just as well for the garden plants for we hadn’t watered them knowing rain was on its way. During the early afternoon I was pottering about lifting weeds here and there and generally looking around. I have been keeping a sharp eye on the gooseberry bushes looking for any signs that some pesky insect larvae were eating the leaves, like saw-fly for instance.

It turned out that there were some saw-fly caterpillars lurking about. A couple of years ago we noticed that practically all the leaves on the plants had been consumed but last year we kept more of an eye on them and using a propriety spray we got rid of them. Actually E had also removed many by hand too. So off I went indoors to get the spray and I set about treating all the bushes. The spray is supposed to give protection for up to six weeks when the plants will need spraying again. After then it won’t matter. I didn’t wish to spend the afternoon gardening as I had been out working during the morning but I did want to go for a leisurely walk whilst the weather was fine, so that’s what I did. I like to walk around the side streets of our little town and I have a fascination with building architecture and quaint out-of-the-way places that dot the residential areas. There are a few cobbled alleyways which have grass growing through the cobbles leading to old buildings many of which are derelict or showing signs of deterioration. I romanticise in my thoughts about what they were used for and I can picture the scene 100 or 150 years ago. Along any one street many of the houses are unalike with the additions and alterations that have happened during the years by the different occupiers who have lived in them. I like to see what others have done with their front gardens where they have them and again most are different. Some have made their gardens really presentable and whilst some have tried their best to improve theirs some have let them become overgrown and neglected. I realise of course that everyone’s circumstances are different and they can only achieve so much but some people just don’t do anything or treat their frontages as if they were junk yards. As I began to turn homeward some clouds had already blotted out the sun. I came across a guy I hadn’t seen for a couple of years. He was sitting on a bench with his girlfriend outside the apartment block where he now lives. She told me that she lived in Manchester some forty-something miles away as I spent a few minutes chatting with them. I continued homeward about another half-mile away. E was out in the rear garden digging out weeds and generally tidying up. I didn’t join her, I’d had enough of being outdoors in the oppressive humidity.

Shirley Anne

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