Sharing my HGV….

Head Gardener’s Van….. remember?

Twice this last weekend F tried to get away without me!  Who drives if I’m not there?  We had a bit of a tussle over space in the van.  Persistence paid off and I eventually won, but I had to share with a parcel tray full of plants and several bags of straw smelling strongly of chicken manure (lip curl).

 

While I sat on the compost bin at the bottom of the plot keeping tabs on that Tuxedo Cat lurking a couple of plots away, F built some fence sort of thing and planted lots of beans.  She kept abandoning me and trekking up to the shed for STUFF.  I really had to chase her down and point out the threat posed by the proximity of that black and white interloper.

 Occasionally she seems to actually comprehend non-verbal cat-speak.  (I wish it was more often; I wear myself out sometimes trying to project at her!)  However, I’m fairly certain she got the message on this one, and she even took a photo (as an aide memoir, or for future reference I hope).
 

Beans planted we went home and I only had to share with the parcel tray full of green stuff that only humans eat.