When Julia says she's going to do the weeding she means she'll be picking her way daintily through the flower beds with a trowel. When Matthew says it he means he's going to lay into everything that doesn't move with a strimmer.
Sometimes I have dreams of doing artistic things with the garden. And then, after Julia has been absent for three weeks, Matthew shows up mob-handed and throws petrol at the problem.
But then gardening isn't really my thing. I get pleasure from the unplanned occurrences- like mint turning up in the flower beds and evening primrose colonising the crazy paving by the donkey shed.
"Oh, look," said Ailz, "One of his men is a girl."
They were a sweet young couple. "So, said Ailz, "Are you just friends or an item?"
""We're friends and an item" said the girl. "Best friends."
She had a new ring. A thick copper band. He's a blacksmith- and had made it for her. It was turning her finger green.
"Copper is good," said Ailz. "medicinal."
"I've worn a copper bangle for years," I said,. "For my arthritis."