I’ve got to get back to the garden

Procrastination is my middle name. John the Procrastinator.

When I must delay a task, the garden is my favoured refuge, even if it waits with a hundred jobs. As you can see in the photo above, there is no end of to-dos on the list. Will I go mad and create a water feature in the right corner?

Over the summer, I knocked a hole in the existing foreground wall, built a patio, and set stone steps into the breach, raising the wall a course in the process to accommodate the level of soil in the planting beds. Just yesterday, I completed the rear retaining wall, buffing mortar from stone with newspaper (as my father taught me) this morning, in pyjamas and slippers.

Meanwhile, I have several lengthy blog post drafts on laptop and blog schedule that I can’t seem to complete. Somewhat like the retaining wall I finally added mortar to yesterday, the words don’t seem to fit my conception enough to cement into place. I suppose I should console myself that a blog post is much easier to edit afterwards than a wall held together with “Quickrete.”

As far as the retaining wall goes, I was thoroughly displeased with the finished product, last night — enough to post a picture on Facebook and call it a disaster.  This morning, perhaps encouraged by positive feedback from friends, including a construction engineer, I’ve decided it will likely do the job it was intended to do.

A garden is never complete.

The delayed blog posts? I will chip away at them until they fit together satisfactorily. Perhaps the muse will pay me an unexpected visit in the garden.

Perhaps she did, while I was distracted by details.