It’s nearly three weeks since anyone did anything in the garden. I’ve had my newly sliced up foot propped up indoors for 10 days and the nursery team packed up when I turned off the water supply to the nursery for the winter. But Peter’s not been for three weeks either and that’s unusual. He sometimes goes awol – usually because the weather’s bad, occasionally if he’s not well and very occasionally if he just takes it into his head to do something else. One day his racing accumulator habit will pay off big time and I’ll never see him again. Or so he tells me.
Anyway, the reassuring sound of the hedge trimmer going on Tuesday morning told me he was back. And all’s well. I miss our little rituals when he’s not here, such as they are. In winter when there’s just the two of us here we each do our own thing, but I take him a strong tea (half a sugar) every now and then and we have a minute or three. I mooch about inspecting the buds on an apple tree while he finishes a bit more of what he’s doing. Eventually he stops, sticks his knuckles in the small of his back, has a stretch and shakes his gammy leg. ‘How’s the knee?’ I ask, handing him his tea. ‘No worse’ he says. He curves his back against the biting wind and lights a cigarette. A robin peers hopefully at the ground under our feet. He takes a long suck on his fag and nods in the general direction of the road ‘Ave y’eard about ‘er up there?’ ‘Who – thingy?’ (I guess the name – everyone is ‘er or ‘im) ‘Aye….’ and I get an entertaining update on the latest bits of local gossip – who’s left who, who’s gone on a flash holiday/bought a new car/drove their car into a ditch etc.’ There’s not a lot he doesn’t know – he’s the eldest of 11 and has lived locally all his life. The robin scratches around a bit more and we listen to a train swoosh by on the west coast main line. ‘Saw a flock of Waxwings in the fields last week.’ He updates me on all his bird observations. His favourite is the solitary Raven with its deep throaty caw. ‘Early for them, must be cold over yonder, where they come from.’ He flicks ash into the hedgerow and I absent-mindedly tug weeds out from under a shrub. ‘What do you think we should do about the mice/pigeons/dead tree/broken trailer/burst pipe?’ I ask. He shrugs ‘I’ll sort it’. And he does. Sometimes I ask him how, and offer to help or organise parts. Mostly I don’t. But I know it’s on his to-do list now. He goes back to his task, hanging his empty mug on a tree branch. I go back to the potting shed and so the winter days tick by.
When the nursery re-opens, the garden and I revert to our sociable summer personas, but I do enjoy the bleak peace and the sparse conversation of the winter months.
Some people are there purely for social reasons – Twitter serves as a kind of substitute water cooler for the homeworker, but most people have an agenda of some sort, even if it’s just to ensure that people know about them and their wider work. That’s understood and no-one minds, or at least, they shouldn’t mind. Except that we all mind a bit when friends promote their work to us, don’t we? The point about Twitter, I think, is not to regard it as a source of friends, though friendships may and do develop, but rather a circle of contacts with overlapping, shared interests – a set of Venn diagrams, if you like. But just as you feel you’re getting settled in, one click on the profile of a follower may reveal that they are having a much more interesting conversation with someone else at precisely the same time as they are maintaining a polite but much less interesting conversation with you. Twitter is totally meritocratic. Anyone can post anything, but ultimately your @mentions, retweets and followers are in direct proportion to how interestingly you tweet. That’s the way it is.
It is also a wonderful source of recommendations, referrals and great people and for that reason alone I’ll stay engaged on some level. And to plug my own blog/nursery/forthcoming book etc. of course…
Your reward for reading to the end of the post is this lovely picture of some barbed wire:
9 Responses to “The reassuring sound of normality…”
Nice to get to know you through Twitter Sue, enjoyed your post. Very observant on the Twitter subject! Emma
Good to get to know you too! Doing my best not to get too attached – when the season restarts I don't want to suffer withdrawal symptoms…
I was thinking about Twitter today and how I won't get near it as soon as the season kicks off! I'm already addicted!
Boy can the woman write! Very witty and well written (sound like a teacher!). hardly dare do any more posts myself although actually I think you've spurred me on to get blogging more. Love the description of Pete. x
What a thought-provoking post. The first half reminded me of similar conversations I used to have on Anglesey, where we looked after a campsite. The guy who did the mowing, hedge-trimming etc was a source of endless entertainment and education about the locals and polytunnel gardening, how to grow Dahlias and where to get the best Full English on the Island. The second half reminded me of why I haven't been on Twitter for months – though staying in touch with work colleagues will find me back there at some point next year. I found I cared too much about followers, responses etc, and that I was basically eavesdropping on other people's conversations. Utterly engrossing but didn't make me feel good. Hope your foot is soon healed.
Thanks Jane. The only thing between me and writing more is my inability to sit still…
Plantalicious. Yes – I'd not really considered the eavesdropping angle. Perhaps being 'overhead' is part of the point of having the conversation on Twitter in the first place…
Two Fieldfares and a Redwing, you can tell by the eyestripe. By the time your foot's better, you'll have them sussed.
Love your blog, Sue.
gilsey aka Kath
Kath – you're right. And the original photo is labelled '2FF&1RW'. No idea why I wrote song thrush on the blog! Thanks for the correction.xx
Lovely photos, Trillium 😀
Merry Christmas, and I hope that the foot heals soon and 2011 is good to you.
PS – wv is cardi, which seems appropriate for the weather!