Refreshed!
There's no wind! It's not thirty degrees Celsius! My garden is refreshed, moderate, and waiting for its Head Gardener to do some amazing things. Gently, though. My garden is very patient and understanding.
Monday 12th January
So here's the plan. I plant the two remaining Michelias. I keep working (I think this means clearing Carexes) in the end of the Hump Garden. I get some wire hoops to stop the dahlias flopping (they were propped up by the grasses). The garden is full of beautiful dahlias flowering. And, thanks to the bees, lots of the colours have blended together.
Non-Gardening Partner is at this very moment putting in the extension to the irrigation. I need to rescue any roses that are unhappy. Yesterday I discovered Mrs Oakley Fisher sobbing under a roof of grass.
Four hours later...
Yeay for me. Cleared three more barrowfuls of Carexes - my mess mountain near the fence is getting alarmingly large. I even took a photograph of it!
My mess pile
Coarse leaf green Carexes are (for me) wonderful plants to fill a 'controlled wilderness' area, especially when they're young and green. They have a shelf-life of five or six years, and if I leave the roots behind (which I often do) they'll resprout.
My Bird Friend
Bird company...
Non-Gardening Partner had bird company installing his pipes and sprinklers : 'Your disreputable bird friend hopped around over everything' he told me.
Not disreputable!
My bird friend is not disreputable, it's just that she's a brown-black dirt colour and a bit smudgy. She's so much nicer to spend gardening time with than that silly honking pheasant who lurks in the Hump Garden grasses.
Sunday 18th January
I am gardening again, after some wet weather days (yeay!). I've been in my indoors music bubble, arranging jazz songs for my choir. Yesterday I emerged to clean up the back driveway leading to the back door of the house. Today I've been helping with the log splitting - our usual mid-summer task to ensure warmth in mid-winter.
Garden Behind the Stables
And then I spent two hours clearing behind the Stables, where the bamboo that was supposed to be non-invasive grows. And spreads. And, as random as Tr***, plans its next pseudo-invasion, oops.