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Yay for weed-throughs (part 2 of 2)
Apr. 16th, 2013 02:24 amIn which I witter at length about gardening stuff.
So, yes, Saturday afternoon. .While the rest of the Enleytonment set were ganging up horribly on poor Eve and killing them bloodily many times over, Miriam and I had a weedthrough.
We weren't able to do as much as I'd hoped because of my sciatica but we still managed an impressive amount under the circumstances. Miriam dug the borders side and back (no mean feat when you realise that she was hoiking out foot-long taproots) and I pootled about doing bits of potting on and transplanting. The parsley that Elly managed to grow from seed, and the mint both got potted on, and the thyme got planted out. From the two hairy potatoes we'd brought with us I got about six good chits and those were duly planted in a largish tub by the back door. I forked over the compost heap (to improve aeration and make it easier for the earthworms to move about, thus speeding up decomposition) pruned the holly tree (took off a side trunk which ought to make a nice staff for Sam) and we attacked the forstyhia (removing suckers and dead wood to allow more light through and give more room for growth).
One of the first jobs this evening was to water the greenhouse. I now have white raddishes, lolo rosso lettuces, two varieties of lettuce, calabrese, and purple sprouting broccoli and/or leeks germinated,while the rocket which germinated last week has raced ahead. Even though I'm fairly sure I'll have to resow a lot of things as the cold weather will have prevented them germinating, it's still very pleasing to see any amount of new growth.
I still need to finish digging and tidying the garden, and the greenhouse has an unpleasantly catty smell about it. I may have to have a word with young Smith.
I may try and call in at Hafal tomorrow just to show my face for five minutes. I need new boots and Hafal may just reimburse me the cost as it's their stipulation that we wear steel toecaps.
Off to bed now to dream about growing triffids in the greenhouse.
So, yes, Saturday afternoon. .While the rest of the Enleytonment set were ganging up horribly on poor Eve and killing them bloodily many times over, Miriam and I had a weedthrough.
We weren't able to do as much as I'd hoped because of my sciatica but we still managed an impressive amount under the circumstances. Miriam dug the borders side and back (no mean feat when you realise that she was hoiking out foot-long taproots) and I pootled about doing bits of potting on and transplanting. The parsley that Elly managed to grow from seed, and the mint both got potted on, and the thyme got planted out. From the two hairy potatoes we'd brought with us I got about six good chits and those were duly planted in a largish tub by the back door. I forked over the compost heap (to improve aeration and make it easier for the earthworms to move about, thus speeding up decomposition) pruned the holly tree (took off a side trunk which ought to make a nice staff for Sam) and we attacked the forstyhia (removing suckers and dead wood to allow more light through and give more room for growth).
One of the first jobs this evening was to water the greenhouse. I now have white raddishes, lolo rosso lettuces, two varieties of lettuce, calabrese, and purple sprouting broccoli and/or leeks germinated,while the rocket which germinated last week has raced ahead. Even though I'm fairly sure I'll have to resow a lot of things as the cold weather will have prevented them germinating, it's still very pleasing to see any amount of new growth.
I still need to finish digging and tidying the garden, and the greenhouse has an unpleasantly catty smell about it. I may have to have a word with young Smith.
I may try and call in at Hafal tomorrow just to show my face for five minutes. I need new boots and Hafal may just reimburse me the cost as it's their stipulation that we wear steel toecaps.
Off to bed now to dream about growing triffids in the greenhouse.
