Well THAT was a tough morning.
The wonderful and sweet elderly couple who get me to cut their hedges two of three times a year had phoned to ask if I could squeeze them in, as everything had gone berserk. It's not surprising, as this has got to be one of the hottest Junes I can remember, and all after so much rain, things are growing like crazy. The week had been really tiring, but they were sounding really fed up with the state of their garden, and that with them being in their 90's, can't do anything in it anymore. I grabbed youngest daughter to give me a hand, and we both started, she trying to get the grass down to something less resembling a hay field, and me reducing the hedges, which are substantial to say the least. It was unbearably hot, and even our legs were sweating, but after lots of work, two cups of coffee, some very amusing banter between the couple and us, and the gift of four demi-johns, we had finished. I think youngest is heading for a swim in the sea with her significant other. Me, I headed home, to be met by my wonderful wife at the door, a cup of tea ready, and Paul Weller playing throughout the house.
I couldn't do much at that point other than just flop in a chair in the kitchen, and slowly sip my tea. Legs were buzzing from nettle stings, and hands were still a bit shaky from such exertion in the heat, but it was lovely to just soak up the relaxed atmosphere that Amanda had created.
I am now officially on holiday for the week, although I still have a couple of quotes to draw up, and a bill to drop off, but that's all simple stuff. A week at home is to be had, with beach walks, garden visits, a little work in our garden and allotment, and maybe the odd pint in a pub thrown in. And boy, am I ready for it.
The Himalayan Poppies are still thriving as well.