Cutting the poles was a pain, but I’m happy with how sturdy it is.
Bought this when I was buying more cheap weigh plates, sadly they’re now done, for cutting and now ecided I’ll use it for the front flowers.
An old poppy I pulled from the rose garden, plenty there still.
Daffodils are sluggish, but appearing finally.
I guess you’re never really finished improving, it just becomes smaller and smaller changes.
Birds in a bush, thought it was already fully open, but no.
Yo, Dear Reader, the weather is still at an uncertain stage so I’m just getting everything ready so if it changes for the better I can get started planting seeds without delay. We did have one glorious day that even reduced the swelling in my joints so I could get out and move more. I will say that though I started the weightlifting as away to help my arm it has helped with the arthritis and has kept me in garden condition. When you get one or two fine days in a few weeks you want to get out and do everything you can and stiff and painful joints are one hindrance, but being out of condition is a whole other. I’m not going to be ripped or even all that different, but it is helping and much like everything I do it’s not about aesthetics, but about the effect on my body. I had a reminder of how bad things were when a joint cream I bought turned out to have a nightshade extract, with such along name I missed it at first. A sign I am doing a lot of things right, Dear Reader, but also a warning of how little leeway I have.
No idea what the little green mound is.
Took a lot of rotating to see how it may fit.
A bit rain beaten, but doing fine.
All that soil taken out and you’d swear it was still level.
I’ll split it into three for each type.
I can’t tell you just how much soil I took up in preparation for the potatoes, I’ll gradually fill it back in to hill them up, but no matter what I took up it never seemed to diminish that much, but is so soft I sunk straight down when I stepped in. I’m going to take some out again, after years of amending with compost it has risen far too much, and I’ll combine that with perlite and whatever else I have to hand. I mostly look at he nature of the soil, in this case it’s no longer heavy, but still retains a good bit of water and compacts, so I’ll lighten and amend and grow in it this year. I have plenty of the bag planters leftover, they’re really useful for storage in small garden sheds. The soil in the bed is now better than what I can buy, but I don’t want to take too much at a time, not because it’ll run out, but because I have no room for that many pots, Dear Reader!
Holds a lot, but no too many so the weight is fine.
Dogwood is finally outside for good. Not bad for an inch cutting that was being tossed.
Stuffed into a bottomless coal scuttle over a stump and they’re the largest and most prolific I have.
I’m spending a lot of time thinking of the things that need to be fixed up and I’m starting to run out because it’s been so many years and I’ve been like this since the start, I will say that the long, deep staging, I’ve never looked up why they call it that over a shelf if I’m honest, makes me sound wise, was a good buy, but couldn’t keep up what I needed it for, now thanks to a little fixing and improvising it’s perfectly sturdy. The leftover pieces, well some, I have a lot of small poles because they were too short so I instead cut he longer ones to size, made a near useless stand, which I somehow aligned beneath the other staging, the one with a cover that’s supposed to fit the wide, deep staging, none of those covers ever fit well, they’re all too tight, and now that too is sturdier. I tend to over fill it because it holds the most heat so it made sense to fic that over the other. The final new thing is the storage boxes as seed starting trays. I’ll still use the old chicken trays, but I needed more and these were ideal. Once the weather warms and brightens there should be plenty of beautiful blooms to see, I’ll hope you’ll stick with me at least until then, Dear Reader. I’ll be back again soo, until then stay safe and take care.
Clematis, everything feels too soon this year.
Don’t know how that got in there.
The Rambler has reached this far.
Didn’t mark the cabbages first this time, I’m learning, slow but steady.