My rejuvenated DVD drive got a good work-out this morning when a free DVD arrived from the mail order plants men Thomson & Morgan. I’m a sucker for pictures of garden flowers. Viewing summer gardens stuffed with flowers came as a real tonic.
“I wanna go to a garden centre,” I said.
“Well, I do need a can of stump-killer,” Graham said. ”When do you want to go?”
“Now.”
“But I thought we were going to Sainsbury’s.”
“No problem. We can go on the way.”
“What about lunch?”
“We’ll get it at the garden centre.”
“You really do want to go to the garden centre, don’t you?”
So, off we went to the Wyvale garden centre at the Swansea Enterprise Park–a landscaped retail and business area with lakes and a river and general pleasantness.
Lunch first, then Graham’s stump killer, then a tour of the centre.
It’s good therapy, doing a garden centre in the winter. You have the central core, heated and busy with all kinds of garden supplies, then an outer temperate zone, under glass but open along the sides to the elements, and then, finally, the raw outdoors.
And gosh but it was raw.
“Not quite gardening weather yet,” I said, shivering into my fleece.
“Give it a couple of weeks or so and things’ll be jumping.”
“Can’t wait. Meantime, let’s get back in the warm.”
On the way over to Sainsbury’s I enthused about my little treat, saying how much I enjoyed going out and see places, just once a week or so, rather than staying home.
“All work and no play…” I said.
“But work is play, if you do it right,” said Graham.
“Grrr.”
