Busy day!

Busy day! Loads of sunshine with rain forecast overnight. But the grass is cut, the geraniums planted in pots and we are all set for some colour in the garden for the summer.
Mind you, today’s activity does not take into account there is a whole load of weeding to do, and once they are out of the way, some bedding plants in the borders would not be amiss.
Problem is that I have to be in the mood to carry out tasks in the garden. And I readily admit that gardening is not my favourite hobby. If hobby at all.
But I fear that we are now at the stage when needs must, and I have to grapple the issue of the garden with both hands armed with spade, fork, clippers and strimmer. Oh, and of course, the right mindset.
I well remember that both my dad and two grandads loved their gardens and would spend endless time toiling to produce what seemed ample fresh vegetables and flowers throughout the summer. One of the grandads even took on gardening as a partime job after he retired.  And I recall that as  small child, whenever we visited anyone, there was always a duty inspection of whoever we were visiting’s garden.
It seems that particular gene could not have been passed on to a third generation. OK, I will do sufficient to keep it tidy, but I suspect that even that trait has gone beyond me this time round.

Next time we move I suspect that one of the criteria we will be looking for a place with a garden that is smaller . . .  and definitely maintenance-free!