This morning, the view from my kitchen window was this:
If you look closely, you’ll notice a rather unsightly, rather old trampoline down there. In case you missed it, here’s a closer look:
Now this trampoline has seen a lot of action in the past, but not so much in recent times – plus the fact, it’s become a bit of an eyesore. So, this morning I decided it was OUT!
The youngest came to help, and after much agitating, huffing, puffing and swearing (by me), we finally managed to dismantle it. I think I now have a bit of a job on to make this area fit for planting, but we’ll get there in the end:
To the left, out of camera shot, there is a load of old wood and plant bits that came out when we cleared the area for the greenhouse. Every other weekend I’ve tried to have a fire, to no avail. Now we had this lovely area clear, I decided that today was the day for the burning of the rubbish.
I had a quick gander over the fences for any signs of washing, and found none. Excitedly I built the fire stack, lit the match and the thing went up like a rocket. Oh yes – this was going to be a roaster, and would finally clear the debris off the bed that would soon be the spud patch.
I was merrily chucking stuff on, when the youngest ran down the garden and almost did a comedy slow motion “Nooooo!”
What could be the cause of this dramatic entrance, I wondered. “There’s washing out… over the back”, he informed me.
I then proceeded to extinguish the fire, but it had a good hold by now. As fast as I could put one part out, another was licking back into action – this was the bonfire that previously wasn’t having any of it.
I finally managed to snuff it out, and the re-lighting of my fire has been rescheduled for this evening.
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