It’s a sunny 8 degrees in North East Wales this morning. I’m still in recovery after the mad rush to complete my essay and submit it before Thursday’s deadline (it went in on Tuesday – the extra day and a half wouldn’t have helped). I have to keep reminding myself that there are worse things to worry about than a few percentage points though I might not be so gung-ho when I see the scores on the doors. I cheered myself up by taking a break – and some snaps for Six on Saturday.
From zero to hero in a week. Hyacinth ‘Blue Pearl’ is fully open and smelling heavenly.
It was touch and go if I’d be able to publish anything today – not only because of lack of interest in the garden, but because WordPress has been playing up. I could read everyone’s posts on the Reader, I could access my own blog(s), but I couldn’t access the list of published and draft posts. WP Help suggested clearing my cache, cookies and browsing history. It made no difference but the issue resolved overnight so here I am with a rather sad looking Six on Saturday.
Hellebore – I first spotted flowers the week before Christmas (hidden beneath the leaves) and there are plenty of buds waiting to open.
Not strictly September but on the last day of August, I emptied Compost Bin 2 into old growbags and compost bags – eleven in total – ready to take to the allotment to help improve the soil in my bed. So while Bin #1 does its thing over winter, I can start a new batch in Bin #2.
I could, however, have done without the eight-and-a-half-hours in A&E with chest pains that followed; and the potential diagnosis of angina following two ECGs, four blood tests, and four hours on a cardiac monitor. I am now on one low dosage aspirin a day, have a GTN spray for when the pain starts. BUT, after a chat with a cardiac nurse on September 10th, it MIGHT NOT be angina after all. Further tests are being arranged.
Gardening, apparently, is the best exercise; though I doubt she meant lugging great pots of compost around and stretching across raised bed. She probably thought I meant a little gentle pruning and a bit of weeding!
How is the weather where you are? At the moment we have sun and blue skies with fluffy white skies. I’ve risked putting out some hand-washing to drip – only on the clothes airer; the washing line doesn’t come out until March.
Despite the snow and cold temperatures of last weekend, my strawflowers survived – mostly! I’ve discovered how to take a decent photo using my mobile – point it at flower, touch the flower on the screen, and it autofocuses (don’t ask me how as I’ll never find it again),
Yesterday was a dry day, misty first thing, bright sunshine later on. It gave me the chance to get outside and brush the leaves from my patio. Now they’re in a black plastic dustbin until they wilt a little. There will be plenty more to come. I also planted the last of my onion delivery (Radar) – 14 in a trough and 12 in a pot. There are 32 to go to my brother as soon as Welsh lockdown ends. Unfortunately, I had to throw 7 away as they were mouldy and soft. I think they were packed in a hurry and may have been damp.
This morning was a misty one, but dry again and brightening up now. It gave me the chance to tidy and lightly trim the front border, throw next-door’s mouldy apples back over the wall, and drain two water butts, before emptying compost from six large pots (used for tomatoes) into my compost bins. This meant I could move the table and chairs back to its usual spot in front of the potting shed.
The last of the strawflowers are still waiting for me to find them a home. I think I need to invest in some florists’ wire and tape to do them justice (and give them longer ‘stems’). I’ll definitely try growing these again.
With no room in the onion bed at the allotment, I’ve planted my shallots at home. There are only 10. I’ve never grown shallots before so, given the size of the sets, I did wonder if it was even worth planting them – but it appears they produce multiple bulbs from one set – between 4 and 12, though I’m not expecting that many. Now I wonder if I’ve planted them too close together.