I should really remember it every year as a hard month, but my enthusiasm and sheer determination tends to make me forget that I have the same struggle every year. September – the middle spring month is just yucky. It is always stormy and windy and rainy and soggy and boggy and really hard work. But the thing is – it is an uphill battle to get the garden ready for the plants, so they have a nice home to grow in.
So you find yourself – well if the truth be known Hubby the Un-Gardener finds himself out there dodging rain showers and howling gales turning over sodden earth so it can dry out and then I can take over and lightly fluff it up and remove all trace of weeds and do all the good enriching. But if I had my wits about me I should have done all of this in August when the weather seems more settled and tricks the unwary gardener in to planting things into the garden way too early and then the plants are left to the mercy of the September elements.
October is much better – it is more settled – from what I can remember and is what I am hoping for – it warms up and rains less and gardening is a whole lot more pleasant an experience. But time is not on my side. I still have a load of digging and clearing to do, and the weeds have crept in to places that were once clear. I have my work cut out for me.
The greenhouse is loaded with most of the season’s seedlings that will give us a bounty for an entire year. At the moment it is difficult to see that the small amount of greenery in there will be able to do this and will indeed fill my garden, but in the next week or so it will all need moving up another pot size and I will find myself in my new enlarged greenhouse looking about for more space to put things.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way, gardening is a wonderful healing and restoring process – provided you don’t overdo it. And I have to admit I think single-handedly building a new greenhouse may have pushed myself just that bit too far and I have had to realise I’m not superwoman. My fragile health has taken a bit of a hit and so now I am reduced to a slow and steady pace, as I recover, and what better way to do it but in my garden – at a gentle plod with my wonderfully Hubby the Un-Gardener doing all the hard work.
Come again soon – I’ll give you that greenhouse tour I promised.
Sarah the Gardener : o )