I have been scouting prospective seed potato suppliers, Dear Reader, which is a grand way of saying I’ve been looking at online Irish garden centres as I keep missing my chance to pick a variety of seed potatoes and shallot sets and end up going with whatever I can find. I found one that does a flat rate, they say you can purchase ten plant or a hundred and only pay a very cheap postage, yes I was tempted, but no I didn’t, thank you! They also had some offers on bulbs, there was a BOGOF on black parrot tulips, which I have two of, they’re really unusual, frilled edges and a wider shape than the usual tulips, they were a jumbo packet already and getting double for the price of one was a steal. So, I have been planting, on days when the weather permits, barely at best to be honest, windy and wet has been the only weather these few weeks, over forty bulbs, I bought two other kinds, went into seven pots, which went into the long wooden planters and after a dust up with crows uprooting them they’re now under a fleece and, well, there’s still a lot of space left in those planters. All things in time. I’m currently flicking through the garden centre and compiling a wish list for next year, if hope bought flowers I’d have filled the garden already, I have an irrational urge to buy bamboo and they have it in stock.
As far as food goes everything is mostly stuck on repeat eats, there isn’t much new in shops, if anything there’s less and less, probably has to do with Christmas season, but that doesn’t get me my cereal, does it? It’s tiresome walking through the gluten free sections of the supermarkets, grateful as I am for them I’m tired of the repeating products and sheer volume of deserts and disguised deserts. One thing I really wish we had was a proper farmer’s market, we have a two stall one once a week, but it’s mostly the usual foods, glad to have fresh carrots and parsnips, but my carrots were fresher and sweeter, Dear Reader, that’s not bragging, but it does spoil you I tell you that. I still have parsnips growing, whether they’ll produce a proper root is anyone’s guess. A sad truth is that the coffee beans I buy are he most varied food I have, the rest I’ve eaten for many years, the same foods over and over do take a mental toll. It’s why many efforts at healthy eating tend to fail, as for Jack, I have a two foot scar across my abdomen and I’m still raging for the rest of these surgeries, you have no need to fear for Jack relapsing. I’ve never faltered in all this time, I’ve been angry, miserable, many negative things, but I’ve never been a failure. I have to remind myself of that at times.
I’ve been looking through old photos o the garden, back when it was mostly trees and weeds. The sheer volume of hidden rots would probably have thwarted any attempts to plant in the soil, but I knew that at the start and it’s why the garden is awash with pots. There are even hidden stumps, one of which I need to tackle again, hopefully for the last time and hopefully it’ll be attractive when I’m done. I’ve said it often, but it really bears repeating: You can do so much with very little space. The garden isn’t that large, I know people with much more space, but it’s been planned and thought about deeply, everything in a pot can be moved and that wasn’t a mistake that was the knowledge of many plants getting too wild or just never growing in the soil. It should look even better next year, I suppose even when I’ve added all I can the established plants will improve year by year so hat may always hold true. For now I’m engraving plastic markers, cleaning up where I can and hoping for a warm Spring. Until later, Dear Reader, take care.