Sorry, sun, but...
Sorry, sun, but you promised so much, peeping shyly through my dirty winter windows this morning. Out I went with the dogs, only to shiver and creep back into the house. Look - your job is to warm me up. Gently caress my face, that sort of thing.
Winter Gardening Shorts
I like to think I'm tough. A four-seasons gardener, I call myself. So midway through a frosty morning (10am) I'm certainly ready for action. Brr.... But not this morning. Have come inside to moan about the sun and wait another hour.
Guess what? Two things.
- The trailer is empty. Ha! No more Agapanthus!
- I am going to finish the remaining planting today. I am.
And I think I've found a spot for the three free Yuccas - by the driveway, in the round wee garden. Then I'd walk past them each time I walk the dogs. Nice. I think they will find it sunny enough.
Coleonema
Right. Will try again. It's 11am and the sun (bless him/her/they) is higher in the sky. The sun has a pronoun?
Empty Trailer
Nearly two hours later...
Yeay! Yippee! I've finished planting all the Agapanthus. Finished!!! But crikey I've been feeling cold. Nine degrees Celsius, and there's been no wind, so I must becoming more of a wimp in my mature years. Am, however, wearing my gardening shorts...
Wimpiness...
Regarding 'wimpiness', even the cottage seems colder at night this winter. My bed is sort of warm, but my water bottle is fridge-cold by the morning. But winter is winter. A frost is a frost.
And the main thing for today is not the cold. It's the fact that I have finished planting two trailer-loads and three car bootfuls of Agapanthus. A job well done - I didn't get bored or wander off. Sadly, I do have space for more.... Oops. Didn't say that!