Are you tired of living in uncertain times? Are you paralysed by the enormity of everyday decisions? Do you weep at lunchtime, burdened with the knowledge that to pick the wrong sandwich is to pick a life slightly less perfect than you deserve? We all deserve a perfect life!
Well ladies and gentlemen fret no more, Facebook are developing a hive mind. Soon matters of personal choice shall trouble you no longer. If you want to know what the best coffee shop near Hampstead Heath is, just type the question into Facebook and you can receive the most popular of 30million simultaneous answers (the answer is, of course, Starbucks, Time Square, NYC).
In honour of this final desertion of freewill and submission to the overbearing gossips of the global village, today’s post is formatted to be internet friendly. Lots of pictures. Small short words. Small short sentences.
Small short paragraphs.
So here it is, a pictorial One Day in the Life of Ben Dark. The day was Wednesday the 11th of August 2010. I hope this provides an interesting and truthful insight into the life of a small time gardener in South West London – something you have all no-doubt been waiting for.
8.30 am – my chariot is prepped and ready for action. Who needs a van when you have a sturdy purple girls bike. A Raleigh no less. Note the travellers sack of useful gardening tools.
8.33 am – A small garden near my house in Putney. The Lawn looked overgrown so I left a card.
8.40 am – A grand garden, still on route to my first client. Fantastic topiary off set with hydrangeas. I knocked on the door to see if the owners would like to be interviewed for Putney’s Premier Lifestyle Blog, but no one was home.
8.55 – Arrived at my first garden, and look, a sack of money!
Some time around 11 am – stepped in some fox crap
Wednesday am – A picture of my favourite border at this clients house – the B&Q border. This is where I put all the strange plants that turn up after the owner’s impulsive trips to DIY shops. It currently sports two tripods of runner beans, a large tree fern, orange and red dahlias, 4 trays worth of wilting summer bedding, several varieties of hosta, a spiralling cultivar of Juncus – name forgotten, three spreading roses, a huge multi-headed sunflower and some lavender. The a small box hedge protects the rest of the garden, and the whole thing is situated on top of the houses old air raid shelter. Fact.
Same garden, same morning – A more conventional mixed border, now past its mid-summer best. This border is the epicentre Putney’s bindweed infestation, it’s also the place I stepped in the fox shit. My next challenge is to get some colour into the borders to the right of the steps.
11.30 am – cup of tea with beans from the odd border and a wincingly under-ripe apple from the tree. A bucolic elevenses
12.30 – One of the best things about cycling is stopping to look at interesting goings on. On the way to my next garden I spotted a squad of about 15 police men in rubber gloves. They were searching the wood next to Barnes Station, no doubt hunting fare dodgers who want to play the system and cheat us all out of hosting a memorable Olympics.
12.35 am – The saddest hedge I ever did see. The owners probably chose hawthorn to keep Barnes’ vast criminal underclass at bay (see police photo).
12.45 – Lunch and product placement by the pond. Being a gardener is more than a job, it’s a lifestyle. thats why I drink Nero Coffee. Or something.
1 pm – On to my next garden. This is one of my favourites. It belongs to a very sweet widower whose wife was a very keen and able gardener. After her death the garden returned to nature. I find it really useful to work in, it shows me what plants will do when you turn your back on them. Sage will take over your entire herb garden and half your lawn. Alchemilla mollis surprisingly crowds out sedums, and crocosmia turns into a scruffy carpet that produces about 2 flower spikes for each square meter. Thankfully the garden is slowly starting to appear from under carpets of brambles and elder and I keep finding new surviving plants.
The front garden
4 pm – A view of Hammersmith Bridge. Taken from the Thames Path on my cycle back to Putney and the next garden. Despite spending the whole day pissing about with spades and roots, this is where I got my thickest coat of mud. High tide and the Thames Floweth over
4.30 pm – The last of the day’s gardens. An hour spent chasing the mower, an hour spent tarting up the terrace and half an hour working on the sprawling favela like slumtown of compost heaps that I am building from old doors at the bottom of the garden. Notice the small airborne dog in the bottom right of the photo.
7 pm – Another cup of tea, nearing the end of a boastfully long day.