Gardening

Sometimes it is just too nice to stay inside. The Silver Vixen wanted patrt of the lawn removed and turned into a larger flower bed - Mellors, despite knowing of this since since last November had studiously avoided getting involved.

The Gorse Fox put on his sun hat and gardening gloves and removed the turf bit by bit. It was hot (high 20s) and quite frankly GF is not used to such drastic forms of exercise. As a result this meant there were may opportunities to lean (workmanlike) against his shovel and take in the view.

Despite living but yards from the sea, the soil in the subject corner of the garden was heavy clay. This obviously made the task a lot heavier than expected. Fortunately, we had a huge pile of compost that has been nurtured over the years and today was its turn to be put to use.

The Silver Vixen disappeared with Urban-cub (who had popped round to borrow the garden for sun-bathing) to the garden centre. An hour or so later she returned with a tree!
During one of his rest stops (awaiting his heartrate to drop down below 200) he decided there was scope for some photos of the garden. Which gave him an excuse to delay a little more.

Eventually it was done. The tree (a birch) was planted and watered in, and the Gorse Fox answered the beer that had been calling his name so seductively for the past few hours.