Casualties

It can be a dangerous place, the garden. Don't be fooled by those quintessential Summer days with butterflies and busy bees flitting from flower head to flower head. Nope, there is danger at every turn - especially if you are an idiot like me and think you can trample the garden rubbish further into your refuse bin so you can cram more grass cuttings in. Note the first photo is all smiles. The second shows how a solitary green bin can turn on you when you least expect it - especially if you are in the darn thing.




The picture really does do the bruise justice, it was over a hand's length and vivid scarlet with black dots by day two. No one to blame but myself though! This is also one of those times I probably won't learn by my mistakes; when I have another load of garden waste to compress into it I'm sure to be getting in there with my steel toe-capped wellingtons again. Some people never learn!


This time the casualty was a fork! These innocuous small trees were planted so close together that their roots intertwined and it was like trying to separate spaghetti!
Luke persevered though and we always have at least two forks and spades so we could continue in our quest to remove the root system. Good old Luke sweated over this one, I can tell you!