Hmmm? I have spoken of my garden before? Well, isn’t that strange, I just assumed I’d never had occasion to mention it before. Next thing you’ll tell me that my posts are absurdly long and arbitrarily loquacious. Now, now, dearest reader, hasn’t Jack been kind? Hasn’t he given you recipes in abundance? Well, time to pay the piper, it’s yet another aimless gardening post. Just blowing off some steam. I’m currently in charge of two gardens and Earth’s gravity has increased. It hasn’t? Then how do you explain why all these bags of compost have become so heavy!? Why happened to my condition. Shush, now, a shambles is a condition. I might be ponderous, but I’m dogged and I get there eventually. It’s just there isn’t always an end point to the garden. Let’s snoop around a bit. A short post today.
Ah the cabbage is doin…okay, I know it’s not cabbage, I just have no idea what it is. It was moved, shoved into a pot, knocked over, put back in and has since been happily growing. It fills a gap. The second one has tulips growing in it, there are tulip and daffodil bulbs scattered far and wide apparently. If anyone knows the name I’d appreciate the help.
I’m filing pots and leaving them until I need them rather than trying to do it all at once. It’s still much too cool to start anything, thought I have put down a few seeds to test the germination conditions. I have huge amount of pots to fill for seedlings and flowers. The larger pots are one litre ones for squash seedlings as their root-ball is often three times the size of the plant. I like to use terminology such as root -ball so I sound experienced. If ever there was someone flying by the seat of their tracksuit it was Jack.
The shamrock is getting ready to start hardening-off. I don’t know the growth habits yet so I can’t decide where to put it. I think the ground has sunk under the cold-frame so the plants shouldn’t hit the top so easily and the handle, whatever it is you call he part that holds a window open, I did know, once, isn’t popping the whole frame up any more either. Progress!
Delicious grapes. Okay, hyacinth. You’re always spoiling my japes. It’s just a cases of a jape about grapes causing sour grapes. Lost half my readers with that gag.
It’s funny how many photos you end up with when you try to capture each stage. I know from experience that you’ll regret not taking them.
You thought I was slacking off when instead I was sawing logs. An old, ridiculously thick, my poor arm, fencepost finds new life as a border. The whole lot needs a lick of pain, but it looks better than it was.
So close, dear reader, we’re almost there. I’ll see you all later.