Planting Time

It's that time of year again when it's safe to add a bit more colour to the garden without much chance of frost damaging any new plants. P always helps, he treats it like a military operation, he comes with me to the garden centre, helps choose, keeps me from getting distracted (there's plenty of non-garden stuff in garden centres), pays, humps the stuff for me, puts it where we want it, which means where he thinks it should logically go, and I adjust later after he's got bored and gone to do something else.

So this is uneventful, an annual happening, why am I telling you this when lots of you probably do similar around this time. Well the reason I'm telling you is one small but significant purchase P made at the garden centre made my heart jump....not right away, at first I was just curious and asked him why but then he told me and that was when my heart jumped and I held his hand.

He threw a bundle of canes onto our trolley, must be about 50 in the bundle, the green whippy ones

all about four feet long. He told me he needed a few for plant support and the rest he'd use for disciplinary purposes. I said he didn't need so many, we already have a cane, well more than one actually but he said these were versatile and could be easily adjusted to fit the occasion, he also remembered they were very very sharp and he liked that. He also remembered that they had a tendency to break when used hard, he reminded me he'd broken more than one over my backside in the past so now he'd have several spares and wouldn't have to abort a good caning in the middle thereof if there was a breakage....he'd just select another implement and resume until the caning had been carried fully.

They'll probably end up in the shed gathering dust but it's the thought that counts and maybe I'll bring a couple into the house and position them in plant pots which don't need them but where they won't look out of place, just to remind him they're there if he needs them. Helpful aren't I:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx