Impulsive?
This morning I was impulsive. Really? How very surprising! I ordered some sale price roses online - Archduc Joseph, a couple of Blushing Pink Icebergs (to replace the dead standards by Willow Bridge), plus Windrush, Imogen, and The Pilgrim.
Rewards and replacements...
It is not a question of whether I need these roses or not. They are rewards (and in the case of the Blushing Pink Icebergs, replacements). Archduc Joseph is an amazing old-fashioned rose (I have one already, growing in the Hump Garden). Same with The Pilgrim, which is the prettiest lemon David Austin English rose.
Some of my new roses
I tried to bag Dame Judi Dench, but she was sold out. Pity.
Spot the Pot
Work, work, work...
In the garden I finished clearing Willow Bridge and the path which leads to the very back lawn. Dug out the three dead standard roses, and trimmed off all the green Phormium leaves. Then I took a deep breath and dug out the root ball (hard work, took ages, I persevered, finally it came free, so proud). Put a large brown garden coffee pot in its place. Just for now. Looks slightly silly? Not sure.
Bonfire time...
Then it was bonfire time - threw the new firewood logs in a pile, dragged loads of scrappy tree branches (thanks NGP) from the Frisbee Lawn to the bonfire.
Apres gardening, I continued my Norway train journey with Red Fred the cat again snuggling beside me. Such pretty scenery - I wish I'd travelled around Norway when I was younger. Wish I'd been more impulsive back then. All I had the confidence for was taking real trains around England, Scotland, and Wales. Oh well.