There was once a tree in our garden, but when we moved into the house, all that was left was a stump. Although the stump was only a little over a foot high, all around the base the tree carried on sprouting. So we decided it was time to get rid of it.
I work part-time for a tree surgeon and so asked if Jay and I could borrow his stump grinder for the afternoon. Thankfully Jay knew what he was doing with the machine as I would not have a clue, and a couple of hours later all that was left of the stump was a pile of mulch.
Yeah… go the Watsons!
It has been a very busy afternoon. We have strimmed, raked, burnt, dug, rotavated and raked again. The polytunnel is looking pretty good.
We are now going to leave the soil for a few days and then mix some manure through it. The girls and I have decided that is definitely a stinky job, so needs to be done by a boy because boys are stinky too. As the only male in the family (apart from the cat and one hamster) it looks like Jay is the
boy man for the job.
“I am off to work now” Jay yells out, “See you all later.”
“Okay, drive carefully” I shout back from the other end of the house, “And don’t forget the flame thrower!”
Hmmm, not a sentence I tend to yell everyday. My husband works for a plant hire company, repairing and maintaining all sorts of plant machinery. Really he plays with life-size Tonka Toys all day. Today he is going to bring home a flame thrower.
No, it’s not to burn my mother-in-law at the stake as a witch! (I adore my mother in law, also I know she is following this blog!) We have been given the use of a polytunnel to start growing our own vegetables. Well to say it is a polytunnel at the moment is a bit of an exaggeration. It is actually a frame without the plastic cover, which is totally overgrown where it has not been used for a number of years.
So today the plan is to strim away all the weeds and then burn the stubble – hence the flame thrower.
Wish us luck.