1. Elastic boundaries.
Like all fanatical gardeners I acquire plants compulsively and I cannot leave the house without coming back with pocketfuls of seeds and cuttings. And then I wonder where to put all the plants and wish I had elastic boundaries. Well, I don’t need to wish anymore because my boundaries just pinged back to a degree which has astonished me. All along the bottom part of my garden, there is an ancient hedge which has obviously been gradually encroaching for many years. I have had little forays into it but the task was too big to make much impact. So I got three strong young men with heavy machinery in and ash trees, hollies, elders, field maples, wild cherry, swathed in ivy, brambles and nettles all got gobbled up in just one day. I am rather overawed and a little daunted by how much space there is now.
It all looks nice and clear but I have to dig out the roots of brambles, cow parsley and nettles and get rid of the ivy. And then it needs to be dug over and levelled. It does seem rather a big job and when friends say I must be mad, I secretly agree with them although I never admit it. The neighbouring land belongs to the old rectory, it is quite wild and nobody ever seems to go down there which is rather nice as it makes the garden feel secluded even without the hedge. All along the old fence there is rusty old barbed wire. I can’t think why anybody would put barbed wire there. Perhaps years ago there was a vicar living there who liked scrumping apples and pears when nobody was looking; this used to be an orchard. It would be a good deterrent because he’d get get his cassock caught up on the barbed wire. That would stop him.
2. Elastic-sided beds.
Whilst George and his muscly young helpers were digging up trees I thought it would be a good idea to make my winter garden bigger. First I got the shape I wanted with the hose pipe.
Then I put a weed membrane down. My days of digging up turf are gone for ever. It removes the top soil and condemns you to a lifetime of weeding and anyway it is not necessary if you use a good quality membrane. Some of the cheaper ones are like blotting paper and tear easily.
George had brought me a load of chippings which he was glad to unload. The Pianist had a sense of humour failure when he saw the drive blocked with this rather large pile. He rather suspected that I might be hoping that he would get his tractor out and shift it. And he was right.
In a few hours my winter garden extension was decently clothed. The Pianist was delighted with the result and said he would be happy to do it any time because nothing is nicer than spending a few hours in the fresh air getting healthy exercise. ( OK, I made that last bit up.)
And I now have a nice path going up the side of my exotic garden too.
3. Non-elastic-sided greenhouse.
I wish my greenhouse was elastic because it seems rather full and I suppose we can expect frost at any time now so I have to dig all the tender plants up from the exotic garden. First I have to take everything out and clean out the greenhouse.
4. Tender Plants.
But I have started digging up plants already and there seems to be rather a lot of them.
And there are loads more to come. Oh dear.
And then where on earth can I put all these succulents? They can’t stay outside. Of course I have propagated every single one so I have loads of babies to find a home for too.
And as if that wasn’t enough I have a bottomless box of bulbs to plant. However many packets I take out and plant, there seem to be just as many sitting there waiting.
So there we have my Six on Saturday. For my post this week, there are no pretty flowers, just jobs to do. And between you and me, don’t tell anyone, I sometimes wonder why I make so much work for myself. It doesn’t stop me though. I am a hopeless case.
Six on Saturday is hosted by The Propagator who rules the Saturday garden bloggers. So check out what he and all the other Saturday gardeners are up to. We alter the clocks today and start our descent into darkness, but I am sure there is a lot to see in the gardens of this dedicated bunch.