Thursday, February 4th
I started to learn to garden last year, and I love it. Here, however, I have no idea what any of our plants are, and our hedges are a good 30 feet high and seem to grow at least a foot a week. So we now have a gardener. His name is Ho Ping, which I find amusing but I’m not sure quite why. He swoops in with his troop, and they trim, water, “mow” (there is almost no grass) and spray for ants all in about 30 minutes and are gone. Basically I hide inside, feeling guilty about not helping. But whenever I step outside they seem to think something is wrong, so I sit with Millie, trying to get her to stop barking at the strangers in her yard. Next time, I will at least pick up the dog poo before they arrive, it’s the least I can do to feel like I deserve this luxury.
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