Gardening leave

[desperance]

It always surprises me, just how much you can get done how quickly, when your so-called garden is a few pots and a couple of shallow beds in a concrete yard. I did sneak out when the cats' backs were turned, and in about ten minutes I have weeded; dug out a couple of dead thymes and a Vietnamese coriander that nope, no way was that going to make it through the winter; filled one of the compost-bins and topped it off; inspected the things that are cheerfully growing (rhubarb and garlic, conspicuously) and frowned displeasedly at a few things that are conspicuously not; made resolutions in re shopping for new plants tomorrow at the farmers' market; come indoors, defying cats again, and locked all up behind me.

There's one tiny window that looks out into the yard, from the cupboard under the stairs. Mac sits in it when I'm out, and paws accusingly at the glass. I mock, and pull faces. It isn't fair.