Did you know I could use a power sander? Me neither. The things that Jack can turn his hand to never cease to surprise people. I guess I just never tried, always try, dear reader, never stop trying as you never know what you’ll discover about yourself. The wait for the next set of surgeries, a special trifecta because my life is always a different route, means I’ll have time for my garden. Thinking of it I’d be rather lost without the garden, wouldn’t I? Things balance out in a good way, sometimes at least. So, yes, dear reader, Jack with the Surgically Repaired Abs, Buns of Steel, shush!, and a Heart of Gold is off again. I can’t tell you of the difference the surgery has made. That awful tiredness, that I just assumed was a lack of stamina, is now gone. I still clutch at my back, phantom pains I guess. I must have been in more pain than I’d allowed myself to realise. I had to do so to cope I suppose, dear reader, but I’m on the better side now and we have better topics to talk of today than Jack’s old issues.
That tall rose is my rose. I found it in an abandoned garden. It has a backstory, it’s the repayment of a thorn in Jack’s side, let’s say I’ll always look at it with glee. The other is sixteen years old, taken from a neighbour’s wife’s grave, now it’s on Jack to tend to it and as you can see it’s happily sprouting in its new home. The bulbs are, again, salvaged, they were starting and you really shouldn’t move bulbs when they’ve already started to grow, but I figured that having a house bulldozed over them might be detrimental to their further progression. Call it gardeners intuition. I have some rose roots drying in the shed too, they haven’t started so I’ll hope they’ll be okay until I can plant them. The weather is still bitter cold and wet, so when it’s somewhat dry I get outside for a while.
You’ve probably seen this type of planter, it’s like a halved barrel. You probably haven’t seen one with a few layers of house paint on it. I had to attack it with a power sander, then when that proved problematic, paint melts when hot, who knew? Everyone? Oh. Then out came the trusty penknife and the entire area surrounding the planter was just flecks of paint. I’ve taken as much off as possible, next up will be an undercoat of whatever paint we have then I’ll paint the bands black and the planter red. Why red? Because as soon as I placed it there a robin alighted on the rim. They say that that’s a person coming back from heaven. They also say you have to chase, across fields if needs be, a single magpie and find its mate or you die. I just like red. It’ll look nice when I’m done, it’s rough looking, but it’s better than it was when I found it. A little care and careful restoration, filling in the cracks with whatever I have at hand, and it’ll make a nice display piece. Waste not what Jack can make into a planter. Or whatever that saying is. Until later, dear reader.