I'd done three loads from three differenct gardens a few days ago but I still had energy for one more so I rolled into JNKs around 6 when no-one was there. I reversed the truck right into the very back and went crazy.
The trimming of the hedges was the easy part.
You can't see it in the first image but because all the inner branches of those bushes were dead, there was kneehigh Wandering Dew under it and that was the challenge. You can just see in the far corner of the second image where I got up to before it got too dark.
Now that Father's been discharged from hospital after 2 months and is home, his needs have increased. He's always had only one functional arm but since his stroke, he has to have pills at 5 different times of the day, a patch, a fizzy pill twice a day, and have all his meals prepared for him. But here's the thing. His Carers he gets for half and hour each morning and night aren't allowed to give him pills and aren't allowed to use a stove. This means it's become our (my) responsibility to give him both, defeating the purpose of having Carers. And because my brother's at sea, I've had to set alarms and drop what I'm doing to go do these things myself.
So gardening has become my happy place. No matter how frustrated or sad I get about my Father's decline, the minute I get in my truck, everything disappears.
After giving Father his afternoon pills, which I added the night pills to so I didn't have to check in later that he'd taken them, I drove straight to one of my Timebank colleagues place and stole a pile of branches, Wandering Dew and Nasturtiem from her garden. It was so satisfying taking twice as much as what she hoped for. And she generously gave me two hours into my bank. I'm not sure if that was from the relief of having the piles gone or because she knows I'm hoarding hours that I can pay lots of people to help with a major clean up mission next year.
Either way, I would have paid her for giving me a job where I was able to abandon my cares for an hour...