The story goes like this….As hoped the day started with good intentions. The week end just started. Blue skies, lovely sunshine, energy and plans.
A plan to tidy up an eyesore in the back garden. The removal of some dead ivy under the huge Diosma.
Out I went so correctly garbed, with a mask over my mouth and nose against the dust. I commenced clearing some long dead and brittle undergrowth from a waist-high retaining wall. I was dropping it down by my feet, which I know now was not very OH&S….well that eyesore had to linger a while longer because the unexpected happened.
I stepped on one of the discarded brittle branches. It was a very sharp but small branch that speared up, only a little way, and into one of my small surface ugly varicose veins near the shin….instant blood into my shoe in light of the fact that gravity does go downwards.
I resembled a hump backed dwarf attempting to stroll into the house when in fact I was holding my leg with gloved hands to stem the blood. I discovered blood does flow pretty fast. But it didn’t last long, just enough to flush out any impurities so roughly shoved in.
So with a bundle of stained tissues discarded, Dettol, a disinfectant, administered and poured liberally over leg a little drama is all over now. The only visible sign is a small bloodied puncture mark and some redness covered by a bandaid.
Well there goes my tidy the garden plan for today. Instead I’m a queen resplendent in gardening attire, no not a gardening show where you must wear your best hat if the Queen is visiting. Rather I’m sitting on the leather couch with protective towel under my leg, cold flannel surrounding the redness to take the pain and ache away….being served a freshly toasted and heavenly egg and bacon sandwich for lunch by my darling hubby. It was devoured in a speedy fashion followed by a piping hot mug of tea which I savoured, sipping slowly.
Should I try this trick again to get out of making lunch? No, I think not. Next time I’ll wear loose cotton trousers to protect my legs instead of my gardening knee-length shorts. Hmmm!
At any rate though one gardening chore was accomplished early this morning by Dear Husband. He sprayed the front lawn to rid it of Bindii, a horrible weed with a tiny prickle that looks and feels like a bee sting when you step on one. They make the lawn look deceptively green but a curse for those barefoot summers day a coming. So in October, being in the Southern Hemisphere and no later it’s time to T.R.Y. and eradicate the stinging pains. Pun intended.
So we will have to see in about three weeks time whether the poison actually worked on the weeds and not on any bushes. Husband did say he was very careful with spray drift. BUT, there is no way that we are doing the back lawn. I love my Lavender Hedge too much . Instead I’ll have to search out the few weeds by hand. This lawn doesn’t have many Bindii luckily.
This reminds me of some friends of our children when everyone was in High School long ago. They had to do a fifteen minute ‘dig out the Bindi’ from the lawn after school each afternoon and in so doing eradicated it. Clever parents and good on the children for persevering.
So now I’m thinking as the day draws to a close with dusk beckoning that maybe I’ll creep out and carefully try and finish that gardening job seeing as it’s cool. Before I head out though I had better carefully remove and lay aside my rather heavy tiara. I was only a queen for a moment:)
Have a lovely weekend and enjoy some reading if you have some time. I found these as I sat as a Queen for a moment.