and before you know it, and without it being deliberate, it’s almost a whole year since my last post. And the post before that was an apology-lament about not blogging. Well. I am back. Really. No, I am. And so is the garden, but then that never stopped doing the changing thing. and now, thank heavens, it really is spring.
What can I say? I’ve been busy on a major project, which left me with no desire to spend more time staring at a screen. That didn’t mean I spent it in the garden, oh no, not last year. Not this winter either, when I’d have needed waders and/or protective clothing. As it was I managed to perform the luge without the actual luge not once but twice, but hey, at least the snow was soft. Ground beneath? Not so much.
And the poor garden has suffered, even though here on the west coast of Wales, it wasn’t half as bad as it was just a few miles inland. Nonetheless, I rescued 405 frozen daffodils (revealing both that I am mildly allergic to daff pollen and that my stock of Piriton was out of date). The primroses I left to their own devices,
and fair play, they have shrugged off the snow, the frost and the vile, destroying, death-bringing easterly winds.
Many plants have not been so lucky. My beautiful pittosporum, almost two metres high, is a gonner. All my thymes have shuffled off the mortal coil. Bereft of life, they rest in the brown recycling bin.
The wind hit just as the camellias were coming into flower, which resulted in this entry for the Spring Show:
just as well we cancelled it, really.
And the trail of destruction didn’t stop at plants large (huge Western Red Cedar, now looking not too thrilling) and small (‘I know there was a parahebe around here somewhere’). It handily took in garden furniture as well, tossing my old cold frame around like a balloon and sending one of my recycling bins over the house, where it not surprisingly broke (happily it was empty at the time). Recycling bin now replaced, as is the cold frame:
No, I’m not keeping it in the greenhouse. That would be silly, even by my standards. But it was too &*%4£@? freezing to put it together outside. And now we are engaged in the traditional bodge-a-thon to make it actually work as we want it to (props which keep it open resting on the perspex? I think not).
And then the broad beans can start hardening off, the beans and peas can be planted up, and the whole circle of gardening life takes off again.