A fluid week?
Red Hot Poker
This last week has been fun, and very fluid, though the actual rain fell right at the end. I've done lots of music writing, family visiting, jig-sawing, and watching cricket on the TV.
No photographs!
But I haven't written much in my journal or taken any garden photographs. And I can't remember what gardening I've done. Oops. That might mean it was incredibly boring? Uneventful? Repetitive? All of the above?
Sunday 26th January
Aha! It's all slowly coming back to me. Here goes : One day I sat down for three hours and trimmed the large Phormium tenax in the Stumpy Garden. Awful job, so many dead leaves, such an ugly look, shouldn't ever have been planted in an ornamental garden. Oops.
Another day I weeded the edges around the top of the Island Bed, dug a better edge with my hand digger, and picked up some of the gum bark from the front lawn. I planted marigolds in pots for the patio. The courgette in the large pot has transformed itself into a pumpkin. Another oops.
Dog and cat shirts!
Rewarded by my dog and cat shirts, ordered online, finally arriving by courier. They are quite a hoot, and I've been proudly wearing the dogs apres-gardening. Donated the cats to daughter.
Days off...
I remember having a couple of days off. Then yesterday I did a proper clean-up around the dog kennels - removed four barrowfuls of gum bark, gum leaves, and weeds. Trimmed the Anemanthele grasses which were blocking access to Pebbles' kennel. One had to be dug out.
Marigolds
Today I worked my way around the lower part of the Frisbee border : doing the edges, trimming, weeding, and so on. Then I wandered around with my camera and took photographs of the garden.
Ligularias
Good news for the NYR25 : each day I have collected all my mess and dumped it by the fence-line. I have looked after my hand tools. Today brought the most glorious reward - a quarter of an hour after I finished work, it started raining.
Monday 27th January
And it rained steadily all night - 50mm in our rain gauge, very nice, thank you so much. I don't mind how many dahlias or Shasta daisies have flopped over in the wet.