Well I don’t have pets, so this blog will be a lovely short one 😉 lucky you! No ranting today!
Because I don’t have pets, I’ll move to the garden which is the closest thing I can think of as a pet because the plants and flowers depend on Alun and I entirely. They can’t weed, water or fertilise themselves, so it’s completely up to us to care for them.
I read somewhere ages ago that plants respond well to being spoken to. I take it up a notch and I sing to the plants whenever I’m gardening or even just watering them.
We have a dwarf apple tree named “Paul” and whenever I see a new little apple (they’re sooo cute, you guys – the size of a golf ball), I say “Look at you go, Paul! Well done! Thank you for these apples, bud!” and I honestly think he understands and tries his best to make as many “baby apples” as he can.
I hope our plants, flowers and baby trees understand when I sing to them or chat to them that I really do love them. I delight in seeing them flourish and grow. I also worry and am deeply saddened if they look unwell or die.
Here are some photos of our garden:
There you have it, guys. Welcome to our garden. Well ok…a part of it. I’ll add more photos soon xx