It's definitely dark at 6.45 now, a twilight/twiiterlight walk and run to Brunswick Cemetery where we met Di and the tree popper/root puller. It's a genius invention for clamping on roots and using a fulcrum to lever the root out - physics meets gardening!

There was lots going on at the spiral with path being widened - the rain had made the ground give up the weeds more easily but the gravel path was dry enough to sit or kneel on - perfect for weeding and chatting GoodGym style.

Everyone who'd been at the task was also coming to Eats so an incentive to get tidied up and on our way for more chat and an unexpected casual game of dominos at Turtle Bay, though the domino rally was thwarted by the real wood unevenness of the tables. There was identification of the reggae versions of 80s tunes, there was awe at Richard G's hand-knitted bee race medal, there was planning for keeping Melanie sane-ish after her foot operation. Marianne took over responsibility for the Loaned Padlock, promising shed cone along on Tuesday except the one where she's Morris Dancing for a TV dating show's fake summer fair. All good slightly bonkers loveliness. Standard stuff for GG Bristol.

First the (semi) serious bit. Two main jobs this evening. The first, sweeping the paths, which were looking distinctly autumnal covered with leaves from all the hot weather, this was expertly done by Amy. Then there was watering the beds mit hose und watering can and a smattering of weeding, which the rest of us took on with gusto!

Next, credits... thanks to Frances for the pun, which i may have messed up... and apologies to Marianne as i couldn't think of a pun with calendula!

Now for AI to finish things off as I'm home now.

Until next time...

🎵 I got hose…
I got hose…
In different garden rows (rows)…
Hose… in different rows.
Sproutin’ beans by the trellis,
Tomatoes where the sun hits best.
Carrots lined up, you can smell it,
Corn standin’ taller than the rest.
Raised beds in the backyard,
Planters by the patio door,
From cucumbers to Swiss chard,
My hose been workin’ every shore.
Yeah I keep my tools in check,
Seeds spread coast to coast,
Wherever I plant, I collect— I got hose in different garden rows.
🎵 I got hose…
In different rows…
Turnin’ soil, makin’ it grow.
Hose in different garden rows.