Little by little...
Clear Wattle Woods Path
Throughout the week, every day, little by little, I've slowly but surely worked my way through the Wattle tree mess. Non-Gardening Partner has joined in, sawing up the fallen trunk and branches.
I've carted barrowloads of logs over to the house for the log-burner, and smaller branches to the bonfire. I've lopped and removed broken Camellia branches, and raked and cleared the Wattle Woods path.
Some of the Hellebores are badly squashed, and a lot of the Rock Lilies are smashed up - it's a sign for them to be dug out, trimmed, divided, and replanted.
Have decided to do a proper trim and prune of the remaining Camellias (which are rather ungainly in shape) after they've flowered. Don't want to miss those beautiful pink blooms.
Lucky Camellia
Late yesterday afternoon NGP brought down the dead branches of the Cornus Florida by Middle Bridge. An odd die-back situation, with fat suckers around the edge growing strong, still very much alive. From the rootstock? But I thought Cornus Florida was a species. Hmm...
Remains of the Wattle Trees
Last night my Blues Band had a gig, and this morning I sang Gregorian chants interspersed with Thomas Tallis. Musical life, like gardening, is never dull!
Ash from the Wattle Branches
Bonfired!
When I got home I bonfired the bonfire (as one does). Got rid of all the scrappy little Wattle and Cornus branches. Cleared the Wattle Woods path properly. Dug out and trimmed Rock lilies, ready to replant.
Clean, warm, happy...
Now I'm inside, clean and warm, and very happy. Except I surprised a very fat mouse in my kitchen pantry. I think he ran into an empty bag of dog biscuits, which I've removed. Can't be sure.
Oh well. One cannot have everything, right?