The Shapely Life

When I say that sometimes life is simply featureless monotony I’m not saying it in a bad way, just that the bread and butter of things is unremarkable for long stretches. Productive, pleasant, comfortable, satisfying – but unmemorable, so suddenly it is Sunday again and I can’t remember the days in between.

That is why it is so thrilling when life takes shapely turns, so that a loose end or a problem swivels neatly into the solution for something else entirely, you can almost feel it slide home with a satisfying *click* instead of just hanging about all floppy and useless. Putting prunings into a vase where they sprout fresh green leaves weeks before you could collect them outside, using the leftover egg whites to make tuiles and having unexpected guests that day, finding that mountains of grass clippings are the very thing needed to insulate your sullen, damp compost into fruity, rotting life. Trimmed leftover selvedges become neat ties for bundles of scraps, measured and logged.

The garden has been neglected all winter, weeds have sprouted enthusiastically with all the rain and I have been too busy to see to it, beyond picking flowers for the house. The truckloads of pedigreed Black Friesian manure I spread so generously last year were full of grass seeds (which says dark things about pedigree digestion), and my little glowing blue muscari, creamy freesias and miniature daffodils are struggling through thickets of coarse, bullying weeds. The lavender I propagated is sitting around still in pots, the Thompson’s Grape is twenty feet into the trees, Brighton Beach looks like an unkempt lawn, and my favorite shocking pink geranium has gone from being cossetted to spoilt brat with delusions of entitlement.

Old Tom is keen to reciprocate for my dog-walking: Tom is a gardener. I asked him if he would take on my disgrace, and he is coming over to survey and discuss. Perfect.

About Tricia Rose

Not distracted by shiny objects.
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6 Responses to The Shapely Life

  1. Kat says:

    Your garden sounds lovely, even if it is disheveled by your standards. And when Old Tom is done at your place would you send him on over please?!

    Kat :)

  2. Stitchfork says:

    Does Old Tom have a hound on the east coast I could walk in exchange for gardening here? I’m seriously thinking of just letting the weeds take over since I grow them so well. Also trying to figure out how to train this hound to gather and stack all the fallen sticks and branches into stacked piles…
    xo Cathy

  3. Karena says:

    Regardless this image is wonderful and I am sure your garden is lovely!!

    Art by Karena

  4. Brismod says:

    We have old Jimmy who helps us in our yard times of need. You need people like that in your life, I find. xx

  5. Your garden sounds lovely. Pretty , pretty flowers. Hope we see more after Tom visits! Xo, Lynn

  6. Weeds seem to grow incredibly fast in our mild, damp winters. But your freesias are beautiful, nonetheless.

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