Spring is springing

So on Saturday we did things to the garden.

Furtle has been growing seedlings in the kitchen – cat permitting – and some have now been placed in bigger pots in what we grandly call the greenhouse¹, while others have been transplanted into the garden.

I have planted spuds in grow-bags. We will have to get more potting compound (or similar) to bury the shoots as they appear and I must remember to keep the brutes properly watered, too. Still, taters Mr Frodo! I have also planted a second climbing rose although at the moment it is naught but a twiggy stump with a few leaves on it. Hopefully it will soon sprout outrageously and I can train it onto the fence. The specimen I planted last autumn is now well entangled on the fence and I twisted it back down and tied it with string in the vague, intarwebs engendered hope that this will encourage it to bush out a bit by restricting the flow of sap to the top and make it branch off and flower in more places than simply the tip. We shall see. There are already and independently, a couple of promising sproutlings extending from the base, so when they get a little longer they will be trained onto the fence, too.

I then swept the patio. By crackey, it gets dirty. I think over the next few years, the amount of dust that gets swept down to the bottom of the garden will effectively will it in if we’re not careful.

Yesterday I wandered into town to get some grocery bits and pieces. I also managed to pick up a long Dutch Hoe, which accompanied me home on the bus. True Fact.



¹It is a sort of greenhouse, but it is small and upright, with a metal frame, shelves and is covered in clear plastic rather than glass. It does the job in our limited space and it cost a whole £15 from Wilko.

Spring is springing

So on Saturday we did things to the garden.

Furtle has been growing seedlings in the kitchen – cat permitting – and some have now been placed in bigger pots in what we grandly call the greenhouse¹, while others have been transplanted into the garden.

I have planted spuds in grow-bags. We will have to get more potting compound (or similar) to bury the shoots as they appear and I must remember to keep the brutes properly watered, too. Still, taters Mr Frodo! I have also planted a second climbing rose although at the moment it is naught but a twiggy stump with a few leaves on it. Hopefully it will soon sprout outrageously and I can train it onto the fence. The specimen I planted last autumn is now well entangled on the fence and I twisted it back down and tied it with string in the vague, intarwebs engendered hope that this will encourage it to bush out a bit by restricting the flow of sap to the top and make it branch off and flower in more places than simply the tip. We shall see. There are already and independently, a couple of promising sproutlings extending from the base, so when they get a little longer they will be trained onto the fence, too.

I then swept the patio. By crackey, it gets dirty. I think over the next few years, the amount of dust that gets swept down to the bottom of the garden will effectively will it in if we’re not careful.

Yesterday I wandered into town to get some grocery bits and pieces. I also managed to pick up a long Dutch Hoe, which accompanied me home on the bus. True Fact.



¹It is a sort of greenhouse, but it is small and upright, with a metal frame, shelves and is covered in clear plastic rather than glass. It does the job in our limited space and it cost a whole £15 from Wilko.