This has been the view from my kitchen window ever since
storm Doris uprooted a tree. Yes, I know that was over a month ago. Yes, I know
that was too long to neglect the tree lying across my lawn. Have you noted the
title of this blog series? Reluctant is putting it mildly when it comes to my
gardening abilities. I will do almost anything to avoid even the simplest of
task such as mowing the lawn, so when it comes to anything that involves
actually getting my hands dirty and digging, my ability to procrastinate is
truly impressive. Although, I have had a good excuse recently – did you see my
post about my two jobs? See, I have been busy. Very busy. Far too busy to
venture out into my garden with a spade…
To be fair I’d known for a while that the tree was a little
wobbly and needed to be replanted much deeper, but it’s one of those things I
hadn’t quite got around to. After all, it was still standing. It may have
swayed frantically even in the slightest of breezes, but it was fine really.
In a way storm Doris was just doing me a favour by saving me
the hassle of digging the tree out myself. Not that I particularly saw it that
way when I looked out of my window to find a tree sprawled across my garden.
Nor have I seen it that way as I’ve clambered over said tree on the rare
occasion that I’ve had to venture down the garden path. Call me ungrateful, but
I would have preferred it if the tree had been left standing, swaying gently
(uh hum) in the breeze. Instead, it’s forced me (eventually) to take action and
deal with something that I had been very successfully avoiding until its
interference.
So yesterday I grudgingly headed outside, dusted the cobwebs
of my scarcely used spade and dug a hole, before battling with a tree that is a
lot heavier than it looks. If my neighbours find my attempts at mowing the lawn
entertaining, goodness knows what they thought of the crazy women holding a
conversation with a tree, issuing instructions and directions to guide it into
its new home, which for the most part it chose to completely ignore.
As I stood in my kitchen last night nursing my aching back,
thinking how much larger my garden looks without a tree occupying half of the
lawn, I gazed contentedly at my now upright tree only to discover it still
sways. A lot.
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