A lot of plants
Mum came home with a lot of plants yesterday. The planting has started but there’s quite a way to go. She has bought lemon balm, sage, rosemary, tarragon, thyme, lavender, and feverfew. Being Mum she also bought some more plant pots, some compost and some garden ornaments. She was laughing about what a good job Dad had done in shepherding her out to the car to stop her buying even more. On the bright side, it did mean they weren’t gone for as long as I feared they would be.
Gravel
Today the gravel is arriving, so between the moving of gravel, planting of pots and the wall, she’s going to be quite busy. I’m going to supervise. It should mean that by the end of the day, or more likely in the next couple of days, the patio will be finished to her satisfaction. Aristotle would have been delighted to see it all. I shall have to enjoy it on his behalf.
I’m not sure which bit of the garden we’re working on next. Mum has said something about an area of dwarf conifers, but there’s some planning to do.
Counting down
I’m counting down to my appointment with my consultant. There’s just two more weeks. Dad said we should give me more freedom now, but Mum has said no. Given I’m still getting pain, she doesn’t want all our hard work undone by me forgetting myself and climbing on the settee or going up any stairs before I’m supposed to. She says for the sake of two weeks we should carry on being careful. I can see her point, but I had felt a bit optimistic when Dad said what he did. I guess fourteen days is not long in the scheme of things – but it does include my birthday.
Love
Wilma
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