A big thing in my city is Zoo-doo. That's the fermented leavings of elephants, giraffes, hippos, etc. from the local zoo which they sell to gardeners as a side business. Avid gardeners from everywhere come to load up. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell too much. I helped a friend load up one year, six or seven garbage can's worth. Her garden was spectacular 😆Â
Mondays are a good day for gardening here, as our rubbish collection day is Tuesday. It's satisfying to fill the green bin (garden and food scraps) for collection.Â
This morning I've finished the pruning (including my favourite little rose bush,The Shire) and was just tidying up when the predicted wind and rain hit. Now the clouds have moved away, and it's sunny.Â
Tempted to do a bit more, but I'm taking care not to strain my back.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Two months later, my back is strained, I got busy being in another show, and my poor garden is neglected. I've sprayed the aphids on my roses, the Lawnmower man planted my two new trees yesterday, and I'll buy some flowers seedlings to fill the spaces. I'm going away for a few weeks, and my house sitter will be stuck with the gardening. I have to let my back recover, for travel!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."