My crambe cordifolia arrived yesterday, along with a fig tree and various other lovelies. No time as yet to plant any of them – the pots are standing on my still-too-bare flowerbeds waiting for my attention. Yesterday and today has been all about hoeing the borders- (I say ‘all about’ as if it took me hours, but actually it was a matter of a few minutes)- and sorting out which plants are going in the apple garden (that bit closest to the house that has two apple trees in it). I have it in my head that I’ll tackle these early next week (yeah yeah) but it’s always good to set wild intentions I find. These beds are choc full of digitalis and bindweed, along with three roses that have seen better days. I have pots and pots of viola odorata, epimidiums, ferns and other lovelies all ready to be set free in here…fingers crossed I get my act together.
On an altogether more important note, we had our first ever PICNIC today. The Hunk made sandwiches with a set-fire-to-your-nose amount of mustard, and Mr Pug ate bits of bread and cheese out of babety’s fat hands (they have a symbiotic relationship – he helped incubate her by lying on top of me for nine months; she knows this and duly rewards him with extra food). Glorious day…over all too soon.
So much else to say – cherry blossom out and proud, pear about to burst forth…oh, and I planted a row of shallots (can’t remember when) and they’re UP.