Over protective

Today, it’s to my shame to admit, but I actually got a tad over protective over a tomato plant. If the situation hadn’t been quickly deflected, it could have turned out to be a full-on domestic… and no-one wants one of those on a Bank Holiday!

Let me explain…

Knowing that we were in for some rain any time soon, I shot off into the garden to sort a few jobs out. The rockery was looking decidedly overgrown, and more like a shrub border, so I whipped out all the big plants, and replaced them with some dainty little numbers that we picked up yesterday.

I then collected and planted out some strawberry runners my friend had going spare. It’ll be cream teas for everyone very shortly, I can tell you…

Next up was a border to weed and two trays of Penstomen to plant. The bottom brassica border was in dire need of a weed, so that got a quick whiz over with the hoe.

The lawn then got mowed as it was looking decidedly desperate. Whilst tipping the lawn clippings in the compost bin, I discovered that one was rather full, with compost at the bottom of it. I lifted the top off the bin and repositioned it a short distance away, then proceeded to transfer the top of the pile into the bin, leaving the compost behind. That was soon into the wheelbarrow and over the potatoes. By this time, it’s fair to say, I had a bit of a sweat on.

It was just at this point that OH wandered down the garden, popped his head into the greenhouse, and came out proudly waving about half a tomato plant that he’d decided to snip off.

“What… is … THAT?” I hissed?

“It’s OK, it was growing in the ‘v’ bit,” he replied

“It’s got a bloody truss of flowers on it!” I shot back, near hysterical

He took offence to this, saying, “You wonder why I don’t get involved in the garden…”

“You can get involved all you like… I’ve been out here for ages, titting about, and you saunter down here and start chopping stuff off!”, to which he retreated back into the house.

On closer inspection, the chopped off bit was, indeed from the ‘v’ bit, so I sort of apologised, and we’re back on an even keel now.

Did I react too harshly? Has ‘Irreconcilable differences over the veg plot’ ever been cited in divorce proceedings? I wonder…


6 thoughts on “Over protective

  1. When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
    He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
    But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    Fortunately I do not have any such problems. My good wife is disabled and whilst she can move free enough she has great difficulty bending. Only if I am away for more than a day or so will she go outside and do some watering except if it is at weekends and our son visits, she will get him to do it. People have killed for love, but I cannot for the life of me recall anyone being killed or even divorced for a tomato. Great post – loved it…

    • Love that rhyme…. The snipped off bit was the correct bit, but it would have been nice to have been involved in the decision…

      Men need to learn that if we think it’s our idea, us ladies will agree to most things 🙂

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