I’m rather late to the Six on Saturday party this morning – my excuse is that I’ve been sowing salad leaves and rocket. Nothing is ever simple in our house: I first had to rake some compost out of the compost bin, riddle it with a garden sieve to remove the pieces of twig hubbie failed to cut small enough. Then I had to find my modules and trays (on top of the cupboard because I was never going to use them again), re-riddle to compost through an old colander – and only then could I sow the seeds.
The remains of the lavender cuttings I took back in 2019. Time to pot these on now they’ve had a haircut. No idea what was in the empty pots: sedum Autumn Joy maybe, but there are a few hebe ‘Champagne Ice’ in there too.
I know I said – yet again – that last week would probably be my last SoS for now. I LIED (but I am scraping the barrel – after all, the brief says “six things in the garden on Saturday”; it doesn’t specify they have to be pretty or colourful).
The weather has been mixed this week, so not a very inspiring bunch to share; I’m surprised I have anything at all. I really am going to have to do something about getting more autumn flowering plants into the front border. But there are such things as autumn/winter flowering clematis, so the idea of one of them scrambling up the wooden arch is very tempting (but first we need to repair it). I’ve got my eye on a clematis cirrhosa – maybe ‘Freckles’ or ‘Wisley Cream’ (or both).
The feather grass looks great in the second photo, but you can see from the first that it is all leaning one way because the prevailing wind blows from right to left, along the main road towards me.
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!
Another bright and sunny morning. We’ve had good weather for a few days now – warm enough to sit outside for coffee. And I have been walking round with a big smile on my face since Thursday evening when I overheard my neighbour discussing his trees with The Gardener. I think it will be a few weeks before we see any action (waiting for the leaves to fall), but at least – finally – there will be daylight!
I’ve been calling these plants begonias, though I’m not sure if they are or not. Online research suggests they are wax begonias, so if anyone can confirm one way or another, I would be grateful. These were one plant from our charity pot bought summer 2020 – no labels provided. I split it in two and kept it ov erwinter in the Tiny Greenhouse (watered sparingly – when I remembered). I shall do the same this year.
First – drumroll please – some good news. I have managed to pass Year One of my Open University masters’degree – a ‘Pass with Merit’ classification which means – when I stump up the cash – I can go on to Year Two (which will actually be a full calendar year and not eight months). We celebrated on Tuesday with a reduced price Indian banquet (in a box from Tesco) and a shared bottle of Magners! Now I’ve just got to come up with a brilliant idea for my 15,000 word project (dissertation) – suggestions on the back of a seed packet please.
I’ve started – so I’ll finish. While this morning’s weather was in two minds whether to send a shower or some sun in our direction, I wasn’t hanging around. I’ve painted that horrible breeze block wall beneath the lavender border. Now that we’ve finished sealing the drive, it was the final thing that had to be done. I’ve even painted the gate post (not that we have a gate). It’s only taken me thirty-four years to get round to it. Just the garage door to paint (Hammerite ‘Chestnut’) and the white surround, and . . .