Organise the Dahlias...
White daisies
Forget garden maintenance - it's time I had a creative planting day. And planting is so very creative, laced with huge promises for the future. What to plant first? The dahlias!
Friday 10th April
Aha! Just about every journal page I've written for the last month says I must 'organise the dahlias'. Some I've dug out of silly places, others are still stuck waiting for their transplant. And I haven't done this, as yet. Naughty.
Nearly four hours later...
I am soooooo slow! I weeded and trimmed a little, then planted the smaller dahlias along the top of the Island Bed. I moved a Cream Delight Phormium out of a pot and into this garden. Then Margaret and George (both Hebes) went into the Allotment Garden.
Why?
Nothing else to report, and I'm blowed if I know why these simple tasks take me so long. OK, I sit down in the garden a lot, slowly, and sometimes I get stuck when I want to stand up (again, slowly). But really!
Dahlias
Saturday 11th April
Memo to self : please dig out the other dahlias that need shifting, and replant them somewhere sensible. Please, please. Nothing else matters.
Two hours later...
Done. The big dinner plate white one is tucked in the (sunny) front of the Hump Garden with a spiky pink.
Another two (spiky pink, and an unknown tall one) is in the wee garden next to the Poodleskirts (these are dahlias).Two hours? Am hopelessly (but happily) slow. But, to be fair, my garden is large, and that means a lot of walking between e.g. the Hump Garden and the house back lawn. I suppose that's the reason...
Then I found Non-Gardening Partner dressed appropriately, ready to chain-saw down the dead Maple. Yeay! He does listen to me! So I went back outside and spent another two hours weeding in the garden on the back house lawn, pulling out lots of Euphorbias and Lychnis. It's looking much tidier, and now there's even room for more dahlias, hee hee.