I’m always a little nervous on the morning of a new job, but I suppose there is no surprise there. Do you ever grow out of First Day of School Syndrome? Not in my case. The inevitable “getting to know you”, “will they think I’m crazy?”, “do they like straight lines?”, “am I wearing the right outfit?” “who is their favourite member of One Direction?” “what is their opinion on cotoneaster?” stage must be endured. Always a little daunting.
This morning was my first visit to Betty and Barney’s garden. They live along the coast with their lovely girls Bammette and Bammesha’s. They are not strangers to me, Betty is my yoga teacher. There is a lot riding on this, revenge could be painful. Here is a quick précis of my initial findings.
Things I didn’t expect, most of which pleased me greatly. I will leave it up to you to guess the one item that is less than ideal:
- I didn’t get lost.
- It is a surprisingly large garden, long and relatively flat, a joy indeed.
- Hidden at the bottom, through a bamboo glade, there is a fast running stream.
- A tree peony.
- An asian pear tree.
- A monumental rosemary, bay and lavender.
- A snail bush.
- Neighbours with magnolias and pine trees which are close enough to “borrow” but far enough away not to shade.
- Two young sea buckthorns.
- The remains of a dry stone wall used as a mulch on the borders, industrial chic perhaps?
Things I did expect and wasn’t disappointed:
- A wonderful welcome
- Happy helpers
- Good fun
The mud pies, although offered, were politely declined, as was the Yukky Stone Cake. Perhaps next time.