I love my garden, but am a reluctant gardener. After a nice break of three months when it had started to get dark around 3 PM and nothing grew, I am limbering up for gardening again.
Today I am recovering from a two-hour burst of tidying, weeding, and moving a couple of plants (bit risky since snow is forecast for tomorrow but have to do it when the joints allow).
I cannot stand a bare, dead, winter garden so had planted things that either changed colour or had nice shapes when they died off. This year I didn’t cut everything back. It worked well, and the dried leaves protected the more fragile plants underneath from days of thick snow.
This is the first winter I didn’t wrap my six-year old potted camellia in garden fleece. It was looking a bit miserable so I put bubble wrap on top of my used coffee filters (it has always liked my coffee grounds) on top of the soil, so this has prevented the pot freezing and it the yellowing leaves are now glossy green with lots of buds.
My primulas have flowered all year round and now you can see what will be my blue and white bluebells peeking through the soil, plus a good crop of daffodils-to-be up under the bush where I will see them glowing from my bedroom.
Hopefully it will resemble a woodland glade in April.
I’m pleased to see the birds have repaid my kindness by dropping seeds of hollyhocks all over so this time I have grouped them along the fence, out of the wind. They make nice tall plants.
So this will be the fourth summer for my garden which was mainly from scratch. I have run out of space even for my three packets of seeds so they will have to go round to my raised garden bed in the other garden to provide a splurge of colour to view for the oldies in the four upstairs units across the gardens.
Most of them have admitted defeat and put down gravel or paving, but my dog-walkers who pass along my fence on the playing-field side make such nice comments I feel I cant let down my public, even though all the bending is agony!
Also, because I don’t keep a planting chart, there are always nice little surprises showing up, and most aren’t weeds! Like the snowdrops and bluebells in the pebbled courtyard.
So there is my first gardening report for 2015. Gardening may be bad for the joints but it is great for the mind and spirit. There is so much still to do.