Once upon a time there was a large heavy box full of soil with plants that grew out of the soil. It was Spring and the plants that appeared every year began to grow. This was normal, but this was also the time of the builders. They moved in and had to have room for their devious works or art. Mrs. Angloswiss was not happy as her pride and joy of plants in the box were in the way and she was not able to move the box as it was too heavy for her. If Mr. Swiss helped to move the box he ran the risk of a permanent injury so she was left with other assistance.
However, this was the time of the gardeners who dealt with such operations and so it came to pass that two strong gardeners transported the box to a place where it could rest during the Summer. Not that Mrs. Angloswiss traps everything on camera, you never know. Time passed, the building was encased in scaffolding and the box of earth was now resting in its new place on bricks, The plants were growing, climbing plants, and suffering from growth restrictions.
One day Mrs. Angloswiss had an idea, not a good idea, the only choice left. She realised that she must rethink the situation and was left with no great choice. The box was always in front of a wall, but the wall will be repainted and must look as perfect as everything else. The builders, the architiects and the powers that be had decided. Mr. Angloswiss no longer had anything to say, she was just a normal human being and did not have the magical powers of the word that builders had. She realised that a box of soil with plants had no place in front of a newly painted wall.
She made a decision, the box no longer had room in the garden, it must go. It was full of soil, and plants, and living organisms which were mostly too small to be seen with the human eye. This idea came to her in the middle of the night when she had a moment of lucidity. I will empty the box. It is now June and the builders will be banned at the end of September. When the next large rubbish collection occurs the box will be discarded.
And so she took he small shovel in hand and began to remove the soil at one end of the box. She soon realised that this was a difficult job, but she found her garden gloves and removed the earth from the box by hand. She had yet another bright idea. There was a flower bed next to this box and so she transported the earth to the flower bed.
A month later the box is now one-third empty. She encountered a few worms and some woodlice on the way, but she was ruthless. They soon found a new habitat in the garden, and woodlice also have their purpose it seems. She read in Wikipedia that the skeletons of woodlice are nutritious for other insects, so she did not feel so guilty – and everyone loves earthworms.
There are still a couple of months to go and when the box is empty she hopes that No. 1 son, aided by Mr. Swiss, will be able to carry the empt box away forever. Yes, there are sacrifices that must be made in the name of renovation.
Mrs. Anglswiss did have a thought of recycling the box as a burial receptable for one of the smaller builders who had destroyed her visions of climbing sweet pea during the summer, but you cannot have everything, especially when rebuilding is taking place.