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this is ireland….

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… if this delightful weather keeps up!

i think I’ll reduce my carbon emissions even further and buy a canoe…

Happy Friday and have a great weekend.

peter

provisional license holders – save the planet?!!

This week – the irish government copped on with regard to provisional liscense holders in banning almost 450,000 from our roads – good thing – drastic – but good – then sort of changed their mind – until June 2008?!!

Typically irish, but we elected and pay them. This indymedia article probably explains the muppets decision better. Well, me & my mate George [pictured above] found a solution for you Minister Dempsey.

No tax, no insurance, no license, no carbon emissions & even trevor & my friend George have one. One might laugh, but there is a lot more logic in a bicycle. Next up – wind power… hmmm? or have we had enough of that for one week?

holidays for a garden designer

‘Tranquil settings, the finest of surrounds within the peaceful and serene grounds complete with parklands and golf course.’ This all sounds absolutely superb but what the small print on the booklet didn’t tell me was that this would be, for me, a true bus-mans holiday.

It was a few weeks ago when invited away for a weekend to a wedding in the Irish countryside I and my partner tip-toed out of the entertainment to relax and walk the grounds for a little time and a quiet breath of fresh air in the outdoor suite know known to some as ‘The Michael Martin Lounge’. Although the overview of the mountain range was a picture post card to say the least, as we walked I found the intricate detailing of to be a little less than I would have got away with as a horticulturist and this be a contract of mine.

To analagise for the non-wedding fanatics; When asked to play golf, where on a very regular basis I decline every offer. I refuse on the basis that, possibly and extremely probably, standing at the tee-box waiting for my three companions to commence their four hours approximate non-perspirational sport – I find myself daydreaming, pondering, wondering and then examining (what some find as pure enjoyment) the ground beneath my feet, to the extent that my working mind overthrows the relaxation cells of my brain. When my good lady-on-arm asked what was wrong. (as if by chance the wedding had made me teary eyed and I, in the moment, fancied as a stroll up the aisle myself ?!!) To her dismay I pointed out that there seemed to be no evidence of any use of a semi selective translocated herbicide via a calibrated sprayer on the main lawns and that the rambling roses really could use a little systemic fungicide and insecticide. I don’t think she really wanted to hear the dilution rates in hindsight!

The thought crossed my mind that although I do sincerely love the trade that I am in, in order for me to attain the same overwhelming factor that my non-horticulturalised friends derive from their ‘getaways’ I would need to retire myself from the trade to ascertain the same procurement. Understand when I say that I truly do and have embraced my career but sometimes, just sometimes it’s nice to switch off. The question is how and where?

The reality I love every day of my working life and ‘switching off’ is not something I want to ever do.

head and shoulders above…

after my last post and my previous attempt at humour. This may make amends for it… just or make things worse? Titled head and shoulders above… this postcard was sent to clients to say thank you for working with us. Although all were grateful of the sentiment, most were not so in awe of my sense of humour!

‘Stick to horticulture‘ replied one client…

slan go foill

peter