Some of you may have been observant and noticed that there was indeed no blog last week. Just checking! Ms Tagalong is trying to get you used to the idea of not receiving one every week. As she heads out on her travels across the world, no longer tagging along, she might add, but striding ahead, it will not be possible to send an update every week.
Now obviously she also won’t be able to comment much on the goings on at the garden, well not this garden at least. She intends to pass judgement on all the other gardens and things green or otherwise that she sees, so don’t despair.
Ms Mova will as always keep you up to date with the real happenings and of course she might tell Ms Tagalong things which will of course find their way surreptitiously into the blog!
But back to the little pleasures of life. Sunday morning early, when it was cool, just after dawn, Ms Tagalong found herself wandering through the garden, picking out weeds and feeding the chickens. She looked at the compacted earth and thought it needed a forking. Not a forking what, just a forking. She picked up the fork and the ladies flocked around as if by magic, hopping on the tines determined to be the first to find the juicy worms. So Ms Tagalong spent a happy half hour watching them get their protein intake for the day with a minimum of effort on their part. The bonus was of course that the ground got a turning too, albeit finishing with a few less worms. Ah, life’s little pleasures!