NLG's wear floral print dresses and broad-brimmed straw hats. They do nothing more strenuous than potter round the garden carrying a dainty pair of special lady secateurs designed to fit their tiny lady hands (with pink handles of course). They occasionally lightly snip a rose or scented herb of some kind. They do not dig over the compost heap, dredge the pond, or stamp on slugs. Their gardens do not have slugs....or centipedes, or anything horrid like that interesting flatworm we found last week. Their Burgon and Ball comfrey bucket does not smell like a comfrey bucket. They are not reduced to tears of rage and frustration by going to the Royal Botanic Gardens shop and finding that it doesn't sell anything you might need to actually garden but is simply designed to soak loads of money out of the tourists like everything else in Edinburgh. NLG's would feel right at home there, since there are lots of pretty plants and twee things to put in your conservatory, but none of the equipment required to actually maintain them and nothing that will break your nails or dirty your hands.
So thank you Fiona and Kendall for the lovely Burgon and Ball gardening gloves, which were really useful when we started the weeding and clearing and it was still very cold.......but I think thetorn gardening trousers and ancient T-shirt I've been wearing along with them do not quite fit with the rest of the NLG uniform.....the lovely cold frame is now getting a Carrie Gooch bodge to replace the missing bit of glass, and we feel much more at home with it now that it's all bashed and not quite normal like everything else in this garden. NLG's eat yer hearts out.
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