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.
The only green in my garden is the parsley in the Potting Shed!
The spring bulbs continue to push through in the ‘Blue’ pots.
Hmm? Snakeshead fritillery and snowdrops in these two – planted at the same time, but only one is showing signs of growth.
How difficult can it be?
One of the problems of a December birthday during a pandemic is what present do you buy? This year, my friend Vannessa solved the problem by giving me a grow-your-own kit of narcissi Minnow.
Stage 1 – prepare your compost by soaking the block in 300 ml of luke-warm water.
Stage 2 – plant bulbs, water, place in a cool dark place (7-9’c) and wait for shoots to appear. As the pot has no drainage holes, I’ve used a plastic pot that fits inside and left it inside the cupboard in the Potting Shed.
Stage 3 – will be to move the planter to a warm light place (18-20’c), so that means the windowsill in my study. Fingers crossed!
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!