Goodness what a melancholy post yesterday. I didn’t realise how frustrated I was in regard to the gardening. Maybe in future I should be saving my posts as a draft, then posting them in a few days – but where would the fun be in that. I think in hindsight, part of the melancholy was from taking James for his school interview. Which went very well. It dawned on me when I finally got home, that next year there will be just me at home, for the first time in a very long time. A very scary thought. Now I know that this time has been coming, but I think I have been resolutely putting it at the back of my mind until the time came to examine it closely. Well I have examined it – and I’m not sure I like it. There is no way I could home school my children – it just wouldn’t work for any of us and the school they attend is wonderful and I’m not worried about that. But what will I do all day!!! Ashley thinks I’m nuts. As he said I complain now there isn’t enough hours in the day to do all I want. That the garden needs more attention than I currently give it, that there is sewing and mending by the boxfull in the sewing room, cooking to be done, garden plans to be made, blogs to read – why am I worried?
Today I will not complain. I have made serious inroads into the overgrown weeds (yes that horrible word again) in the cat cage. I have dug out bulbs – flame freesias (which are bright orange – not sure where they will go) and another small bulb which I bought one pot of twelve months ago and which has gone forth and multiplied. Trouble is I can’t find the label – unless it it still hiding in the icecream container. I wish I had taken a photo of it when it was in flower. It only reaches 30 cm high, has masses of white flowers and I think could become a real pest if I wasn’t careful. I strongly suspect that it is a member of the onion tribe – the flowers seem to be similar. Sheep manure, by the bucket full has been spread then the whole section heavily mulched with chip bark. I have some dicondra to be planted in another section as a lawn replacement (it is difficult to get the lawn mower in there and not worth the hassel).
I have another plan for the garden – well one section anyway. I want an apple tree hedge. Not a really thick hedge, just a suggesstion of one. Five or seven apples in a row, underplanted with low growing companion plants and just a few roses maybe. I love the very old varieties of apples – the kind you just don’t see in the supermarkets or stalls anymore. Commericalism has a lot to answer for. I found my old catalogue from Badgers Creek Nursery near Chewton the other day – they specialise in apple and crab apple trees and probably a lot more since I had my catalogue sent. – and I am going to get a current list. Ashley wants more fruit trees and I think this could be a real feature in the garden. Stunning spring blossom, scrumptious fruit and the architecture of bare tree branches in winter.
Right off to be organised make a phone call to Badgers Creek and revise a plant list or two. I shall be organised, I shall not grumble and I will be cheerful.