Ah, Dear…is that a Peony in the top photo? I think so, a fun fact about that Peony, it’s nearly fifty years old. Everything in this garden is either very old or startlingly new. The weather is dry at least, Dear Reader, warm to a fair degree, I am so dull talking about the weather, but it helps explain the abundance of mundane garden posts. It’s fine enough to do some work and have some progress, yet not so warm to tire me out enough to make writing post a difficult endeavour. I’m now awaiting a few online orders, I buy a lot online, the town I live in is a dump, really, half of it is abandoned shops, so online gives me a lot more choice. I have plants, including three kinds of perpetual onions, which I’ll talk about when they arrive, I still have the secret to talk of, I haven’t forgotten, but the birthday person can’t see it yet, and a mix of roses and yes, hairnets. Disposable hairnets. Anywa…kidding, they’re to cover the tops of larger pots instead of using bags.
I’m still planting seeds inside, I’ll do a large batch here and there and eventually I’ll plant the outside seeds, in another month or two, too soon and you have to replant due to loss. I have a lot more room in the greenhouse thanks to my rearranging, it’s hard to find the perfect set up because you need a full years testing to find if it works at every stage. Speaking of year, deep sigh, Dear Reader, I was talking about my asparagus, that is now in its third year, and the first harvest, then realised that it won’t be harvested until its fourth year. The purple will be a year later, so in 2020 and 2021 respectively I will finally, FINALLY, have fresh asparagus, I do regret not putting down more, but they take up a fair bit of space and you can never have enough of anything in my experience and it’s better to have a varied variety of vegetables instead.
I have more to fill, more to feed, more of everything to do, Dear Reader, it’s starting to kick into full swing. I’m hoping for more consistent weather, having a few days straight of hours of gardening really clears the head. I could do with that, the wait for the surgery is a constant weight on my mind, no matter what I’m never away from it, never allowed to really celebrate an end to this leg of the journey. No, no, Dear Reader, Jack is dwelling on this, but it never hurts to talk, never allow anything to bottle up. Everything here is frank, no I’m still Jack, I mean straight forward, and honest. y soul cries out for the peace that the garden brings, the creativity it inspires and the promise of endless sunny days it encapsulates. I’ll be back again soon, Dear Reader, hopefully with something interesting to relate.