This involves the more dull end of the activity scale - laundering my sweaters to freshen them after several months of being relegated to a cupboard in the spare room - and the more enjoyable aspects like getting out the garden clippers and hacking away at the bushes to cut them back before the weather turns nasty!
My husband says I am a butcher when I do this - and sometimes, when inspecting the mountain of removed plant limbs, and then noticing the bare and pathetic looking bushes that I have left behind, I have to agree with him.
|My weapon of choice!|
In possession of clippers, I am a woman possessed! It is like the bushes represent all that is irksome about my life and I hack away without conscience or care!
I always feel better afterwards though - which is really far more than can be said about the plant life in the garden. You can almost hear it let out a sigh of relief as I walk back into the house, exhausted by my murderous spree!
So today, I shall launder and I shall prune the bushes.
Secretly, I am also starting to get excited about Christmas too - but I suspect that this is way too early and so I'm gonna keep that to myself a while longer!