Gardening

I’ve been working in the garden. With Mummy and Daddy. Daddy cut the lawn with the big scary lawn mower. I stayed out of the way. I didn’t want to be gobbled up.

I helped Mummy with the weeding. I had my fork with a duck’s head. And my spade with a duck’s head. I dug a bit but that got boring. I watched mummy. She was pulling grass out of the flower bed. I pulled a weed out. It was too colourful to be in the garden and had too many petals. And it smelt perfumey. I got quite a few out before Mummy noticed. “Oh no Anna” she said “those aren’t weeds” I didn’t like to say anything but I know a weed when I see one. Take Ben at school.

She said “maybe stop weeding for a while, Anna, and do a bit more digging”. Fine by me. I started digging again. I dug down deep under one of those weed things. “No don’t dig the flowers out” she said. There’s really no pleasing Mummy some days. She must be short of sleep.

I wandered off. Mummy can dig by herself I thought. Daddy was still cutting the grass. He had made a great pile of grass in one corner of the garden. I decided to help him. The grass needs to go in a green bin. It gets taken away by a big van early in the morning. I couldn’t see the green bin. But there are lots of bins in the house. I started to take the grass in the house. A fistful at a time. Some escaped but not much. I started with the bin in the sitting room as it was nice and close. Then I remembered there was a bin in Mummy’s bedroom. That was a bit of a long journey. It was hard to find and there wasn’t much grass to put in when I finally got there. But after a few journeys, there was quite a bit in it. It was easy to find now as there was a little trail of grass leading to it.

Then I had a thought. The grass would go off if I just put it in a bin. It would be much better in the fridge. And I can open the fridge if I really try. I did try hard and got the fridge open. I put quite a bit on the bottom shelf and even managed to put some in with the rice out of the way.

I decided to water some plants. The watering can was very heavy. I could hardly lift it. I dragged it to Mummy's favourite flower. I pushed the can. It fell over. The water poured out. Some went on me. Some went near the flower. I think the flower got some water but I couldn't be sure as the flower was hidden under the can.

I looked around. Mummy was still weeding. Daddy was still cutting. I was pleased I’d been such a help. I sat down in my chair and watched my co-workers. I dried off in the sun. I am sure they will be very pleased when they see what work I did.