A few weeks ago all hell broke loose, and it’s taken me about that long to get over it.
It all began when we had to have this aging 60 foot Leylandii tree taken down as it was dying and was beginning to sway in a rather alarming manner.
A nice chap was hired who had promised that the job would be done cleanly and quickly with no damage to the fences or the garden. He was also going to take down two willow trees that had uprooted in the gales a few months ago.
Well, he arrived on time, with a rather grim looking sidekick, and got stuck in.
I arrived home the first day to find that he’d got a little carried away with his chainsaw, for as well as removing the willows, and the Leylandii, he’d cut down a lovely silver birch and a rowan, which, he said, were growing through the Leylandii, and were in his way, which to be fair they were. But still…..I LIKED those trees!!!
On day two I came home to discover that the phone and internet line had been cut, three fence panels smashed along with my old wooden bower at the back which was now lying broken and in bits. Mmmmmmmm…..now I know you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs but still…..so on top of his £800 bill we had to fork out £130 for a new phone line and £80 for new panels.
Also, I’d asked him to leave me a few logs for the chiminea…..imagine how startled I was to see this enormous log pile!!!
Being a positive type of a gal, I tried not to look at the state of the garden and immediately set about moving the gigantic log pile to the back of the garden so I could block the broken panels to stop the dogs escaping…a girl does has to start somewhere y’see!
So I got stuck in!
Now, I was being very meticulous about taking logs from the top of the pile, and some of them were heavy let me assure you, when suddenly there was a kind of a rumble, shortly followed by a log avalanche. It was terrifying!!! My left leg was immediately trapped by several logs and I couldn’t move. As I was frantically batting logs away it occurred to me that I could actually be buried beneath them, and death by log avalanche had never entered my head as a possibility before……you live and learn eh!
When the logs had finally settled around me I then had to move the damned things one by one to free myself or I’d have been there all day until hubs came home to dig me out. I can’t explain to you how sorry I felt for myself…battered and bruised I was…..
But though I was a little down I wasn’t quite beaten yet so I soldiered on and finally moved the bloomin’ things to the back of the garden. Then after a few cups of tea I took myself back out to the war zone and cleared the trampoline……oh yes, I forget to say that all the wildflowers on it had been bashed and broken by the chainsaw maniac, along with my mini orchard!
Then, as I was carefully carrying what was left of the wildflowers to another border I heard a buzzing noise….and in my hand was a queen bumble bee which automatically stung me…..So I put the poor thing in a quiet corner and hoped queen bees can sting more than once as I’d hate the bee to die.
Oh what a day!!! I toddled back in for more tea and to try and get my pecker back up…..
After nursing my stung hand, which was beginning to swell I hobbled determinedly out for the third time and began to clear the mess under the felled Leylandii….only to find it was more of a excavation site which quickly became an archaeological dig. Huge heavy stones and boulders were deeply buried and the more I dug the more I found. Obviously the house is sitting on Roman ruins or something. So..I downed tools and went in!!! Enough was enough! I was absolutely exhausted and every part of my body was now aching.
So, there you have the whole sorry tale. Two weeks later my bruises and cuts are fading, and the sting is finally going down. The odd thing is how I got a huge thorn right inside my left thumb nail which throbs endlessly….
Thankfully I had already decided to totally re-vamp the back garden, so I suppose I now have a blank canvas. If I’d have had a lovely back garden I would have been distraught….so there’s always a silver lining I suppose……