I am a very lucky woman and try not to take the men in my life for granted. I have to say that my brother-in-law Dave is a cut above. In past years Dave has travelled from Suffolk to help me in the garden for a few days – I am not certain why. The fact that his wife, Lesley, likes to have a few days to ‘play house’ without a husband cluttering up the place might have something to do with it. I am very grateful as he sems to love working his socks off in my garden and chatting football with Bill in the evenings.
Last year he could not visit because he needed an aortic valve to his heart replacing and I must be honest, I was just glad he got well so quickly after his surgery. You can imagine my surprise when he called to book himself is for three days gardening this autumn.
It was simply perfect timing. When we arrived back from our trip to Canada, I was horrified to discover that the lovely box bushes grown around the cherry tree were almost completely dead with box blight. Dave arrived in the nick of time and worked wonders. The box came out and ended in a skip and I had a tree seat delivered to take its place. Before I could blink, the seat was assembled and in position.
In between rain showers Dave also tackled a ghastly corner where stuff had been dumped for years and turned it into a little woodland corner for me. I am planting bluebells, cyclamen and daffs here this week.