This Blog could be long or it could be short. I’m nor sure yet. But let’s start at the beginning. I worked as a Gardener in France for twenty years so I do have some experience of this, but it’s often not about Gardening. It’s about people. Oh and The Weather of course.
First you have to have people who own Gardens. They vary somewhat. Some of them leave you to get on with it and some of them don’t, although how much it is going to cost is generally a consideration. So long as I got paid for what I did I wasn’t all that bothered. And I did have only one bad experience in all of the twenty years.
The Weather is something else. I spent twenty years riveted to The Meteo. God knows why since The Meteo Persons largely have no idea of what they are talking about. Sunshine tomorrow. Oh really. It is pissing down again. But don’t despair and don’t get drunk because it could well be lovely tomorrow, even if The Meteo says Rain Again. Sorry, Mr. Garden Owner if the grass is knee high. It has rained for three weeks. Nothing unusual about that around here.
Oh for that one beautiful Summer when it didn’t rain for eight weeks. I can’t remember when that happened. It was so long ago. But The Weeds went on growing. Try explaining that to an Absent Garden Owner whose Lawn could have become a weed bed. You have to catch the weeds before they go to seed.
So to The Gardener. Garden Owners generally don’t trust women to do this sort of work, but due to a lack of reliable French Gardeners I did eventually cop a few jobs. “Reliable” being the operative word and them being let down all too often, with their Holiday Visitors arriving imminently.
I did as I was asked even if I didn’t like it sometimes. There are a lot of lovely wild flowers that I would have left, but uprooted they were. But I knew that they would come again. There is a wild bush here, with yellow flowers that aren’t particularly interesting. This is St. John’’s Wort. Not that I have ever been motivated to stew it. I prefer getting out there and doing something.
There is only one request that I always refused. “Could you run your lawn mower around my lawn once a month?” No chance. Grass grows and there is only so far that you can raise the lawn mower. This is basic logistics. After that it is a Strim Job and strimming is not good for lawns.
Then of course, there is the cost of half decent machinery, plus the servicing and the oil and the petrol . So you can say goodbye to half of what you earn. I loved my machinery, but this is an Italian thing that I couldn’t possibly explain. It is just in my heart.
I did do a couple Landscape jobs. But that is in The Eye and not all that remarkable to me. You don’t have to be an Expert. You take what you see and do something with it. It will all go back to jungle if you leave it be.
Gosh, I had forgotten so much of this. It was The Weather that defeated me in the end, at the age of Seventy Five. But my youngest son inherited all of my wonderful machinery and is now doing really well. I don’t know if he loves machinery as much as I do, but at least he isn’t stupid.
He did once ignore my advice about Mulchers, but I doubt that he will make that mistake again. And he is only of the age when I first decided to take up Gardening. There’s a funny thing.
Gardening is all good. Fresh air. Some sought of autonomy. And all will be well.
Thanks for this Blog to The Last Furlong Blog. And a few others who all seem to own Dachshunds.. Christ knows how that happened. I had never even heard of them before.. Dachshunds destroy gardens.. My own garden is now a complete wreck.
Mais En Y Var;