“When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911.” ~ Erma Bombeck
Ahh, this week looked so promising on Monday.
Sunshine predicted all week, I had most of my errands out of the way. I was primed for a weeks worth of bliss in the garden.
Then, flu landed. And everything changed.
My two boys were home feeling unwell. Little blokes and flu do not mix. My gag reflex has been invoked more than once. I’m a great mum, but a terrible nurse.
Being nice and warm outside, my plan was to get them in the garden helping, enjoy some unexpected quality time, get them some fresh air and sunshine, wear them out a bit and have them napping after lunchtime.
My plan stalled at the helping part.
This is what the boys managed to do in the space of an hour…..
1. Watered the seedlings using the “jet” setting on the hose. Requiring most of them to be replanted after the resulting water assault uprooted them.
2. Picked all the not-quite-ripe (and now, never will be) pepinos.
3. Gifted me a bunch of beautiful yellow zucchini flowers, stripping the plants entirely of potential fruit.
4. Planted a soccer ball in the cabbage patch.
5. Tipped an entire packet of spinach seeds into just one hole.
6. “Weeded” the baby corn patch a little too enthusiastically. (another replanting exercise)
7. Buried “treasure” in my raised wicker bed. “Treasure” was a potato. I’ve just left it there.
So after an hour of such shenanigans, the boys were soaking and needed to be redressed, we were all irritable. But how could I stay mad? They were just trying to help and even they seemed to be amazed at the breadth of their unwitting destruction. Really.
Consequently, I have achieved absolutely nothing in the garden this week. Meanwhile, the inside of my house looks like it has been ransacked by a pack of angry baboons.
I’ll have to catch up next week. But (ahem) my throat is starting to feel scratchy…….