{"id":1763,"date":"2017-10-20T17:35:23","date_gmt":"2017-10-20T17:35:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jarnfield.uk\/joan\/?p=1763"},"modified":"2017-10-20T17:39:59","modified_gmt":"2017-10-20T17:39:59","slug":"oeuf-i-can-breath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jarnfield.uk\/joan\/uncategorized\/oeuf-i-can-breath\/","title":{"rendered":"Oeuf! I can breath!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Don’t ask me what the title of this post means – I don’t actually know.\u00a0 However, my Mum always said it when something was opened up or because clear.\u00a0 Actually, she had a thing about eggs.\u00a0 When she didn’t know someone’s name she called them Mrs or Mr Huevo!\u00a0 Dad and I used it too, but with English accents it because Mrs or Mr Wave-oh.<\/p>\n

Enough reminiscence.\u00a0 The reason I can breathe is that Paul has been working here today and has opened up about half the herb\u00a0bed. He tells me that a lot of the plants will have died because there was so much moss choking things.\u00a0 The wild strawberries, which also came up, were only rooted in the moss.<\/p>\n

Over the past few weeks he has worked steadily around the garden, pruning and weeding and digging and it’s really making a difference.\u00a0 He’s also mowing the lawn more regularly, so that whole thing is looking a whole lot tidier.<\/p>\n