6 or 7 weeks ago I began the long journey to getting my front garden from work site to garden. I planted 35 baby rose bushes with the intention of them becoming a hedge in a year or three. Then we got sick. I mean, all my girls and me. Really sick. Influenza. It was unpleasant and has taken until now for us to all be over it.
During that time we have had a smidgen of rain, the roses got a bit of water from a hose if Mr E or I remembered, and it has become spring. Beautiful, sunny warm days and the nights are warming up too.
Being a pretend gardener [I'm VERY new to all this] I had thought I would come back and mulch my new babies in the school holidays which is now, and all would be well, no weeds, no problems.
Ahem.
I do not like weeds. At all.
While I was pulling weeds and getting scratched by thorns and crawling around on all fours this morning a passing walker commented "I had no idea there were roses in there".
I have been out early attacking the weeds 3 mornings now. I am not yet halfway. This time I am mulching as I go. On the up side, being outside in the garden between 5.30 and 6.30am is lovely, and a great opportunity to pray and think.
I have no doubt that the victory will be mine. Hopefully soon. Did I mention that I do not like weeds?
They will be beautiful when they are in bloom. Isn't it lovely that winter seems to have gone for good? The jacaranda's are just starting to bloom properly here. Bliss.
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