Well I did it, I grabbed a spade and pushed it into the sand, not just once but repeatedly. At the first metre of trench I celebrated. ‘This isn’t so bad.’ I may have even done a happy dance. I laid the 13mm irrigation poly pipe down the bottom of the trench, removed the click-on joiner & bug cap, that was connected to the length of poly pipe coming out into the middle of the path, that was connected to the irrigation system in the bed, and has been a tripping hazard all summer and a constant reminder of the digging that needed to be done.
I softened the end with the click-on joiner & bug cap in hot water and popped it off, then replaced it with a barb elbow and joined it to the long poly pipe in the trench and locked them in tight with pipe rachet clips. I then filled in the trench burying the pipes deep within the garden and removed the tripping hazard in the middle of the path. We were one step closer to being connected. Action was being taken.
However, the tripping hazard was moved to the end of the bed as the other 5 beds in the group also needed to be prepared in the same way and then connected across the top with all click-on joiner & bug caps terminating in the same spot. I was one down, 35 to go…
After the second one I decided it was better to just look at it in terms of the groups. Two down, 4 to go. Not including the trench across the top. By the third there was no happy dance…. Digging is hard work. I began to question myself. I’d given myself a week to do this job. A week?! Was I crazy? I know I sometimes have trouble visualising things, but doing all that digging in a week? What was I thinking?
By the 4th trench I wasn’t even burying it back up again… let the wind do it for all I care… But fortunately, I have a teenager who owes me money who filled in the trenches behind me like he was moving feathers. Between the two of us we got to the end of the group and he swanned off to do teenage things and I dragged my weary body into the house where I draped myself across the sofa, not to be moved for the rest of the night. Digging is hard work… well it is for me. No wonder I’d put it off.
The next day, full of determination and a little bit stiff I headed on back out there to carry on. I’ve revised my goals. The aim was first sector completed this week. The rest, all going well will be done before spring and the start of the growing season. If I just dig one or two trenches a day, weather permitting, I should get there.
I thought the hard part would be digging the trench along the top end, by my reckoning it was about 12 metres, give or take, at a spade’s width and a spade’s depth. But that seemed to go easily as you can fall into a rhythm with digging and you don’t notice you are hot, bothered and knackered until you stop. So, I arrived that the end of the trench somewhat surprised.
Now the task was to connect the poly pipes so there were 6 individual poly pipes running from each bed joining the top trench and running alongside each other to get to the hub at the end. This involved cutting the poly pipes to length so they lay comfortably in the trench and joined with an barb elbow and locked into place with pipe rachet clips and pinned into place with rigid pipe stakes so they stay in the right order so I’ll know which bed to water when looking into the hub.
Once they all met at the end it was more barb elbows, pipe stakes and pipe rachet clips to bring them back up out of the trench standing proud but not too tall, side by side with their click-on joiner & bug caps on. The hub went over the top hiding them away until ready to be used.
All that was left was to fill in the trench. I have decided digging holes is easy. It is the filling them back in that is the hard bit. But desperate to see the job finished I persevered and shovelled it all back in and raked it off. Now the top sector looks amazing, is tripping hazard free and ready and waiting for the beds to be watered in once easy go.
Come again soon – I understand new season fruit trees are filling garden centres near me.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Well to be honest, not too shabby. The winds of last week are well behind us, although I have to say I am glad I wasn’t here. It isn’t so much the wind itself that bothers me but the horrendous noise it makes. The whistling and the howling. That’s why I don’t get yachting – even the nicest summer day can be made to feel stormy as the wind whips itself around the ropes and sails… not an occupation for me! But I’m getting off topic.
While the big bad wind is an occasional given, living here by the coast, there is another unexpected advantage. Every morning this week I have awoken to blue sky days, with hardly a breath of wind and the sun emerging from behind the hill and blessing the day. It is cold, but not freezing and I feel confident a productive day will unfold. Then I have to get in my car and go further afield and at the end of the road – BOOM! Fog! Fog so thick it has a visibility of less than the distance between two power poles. It was so bad that in the last couple of days up to 30 flights a day had been cancelled at Auckland airport. With the fog a gloom descended and the positive attitude I started the day with dissolved into the mist and all I wanted to do was wrap a big fluffy blanket about me and eat soup! Even returning home to our sunny spot by the sea, it was still difficult to shake the fugginess of the day off my shoes and I had to work hard at working hard to get things done.
But I did get things done. I crossed everything off the list I wrote myself to do in the garden this week. Everything except digging trenches for the irrigation. I keep putting it off but once it is done, I will be so pleased so maybe next week I’ll just dig deep to find what I need to dig ditches.
I did some work on my onion overflow bed. The one for the elephant garlic, shallots, red onions and leeks. I found in my records I didn’t do a spacing chart like I did for everything else as they were already in the ground and I didn’t make a note. I always struggle with spacing because the greedy part of me wants to squeeze in as much as possible, but if I give them enough space they will grow better (bigger) and will be less likely to pick up fungal diseases that thrive in a crowded allium patch.
I’m a visual person, so after I enriched the bed with enough goodies for the plants to live in comfort for the next 6 months, I spaced the planting spaces using my 10 cm pots. The elephant garlic and shallots were positioned a pot and a half apart in rows that had two pots between them. Seeing the pots laid out across the garden gave me confidence the spacing was good and the plants would have enough room. It is hard to imaging how big they will be at the end, but it is important to try. The red onions were spaced with pot between them in both directions – you really don’t want giant red onions!
I finally got around to doing some cuttings from the Muehlenbeckia. I shouldn’t beat myself up too much with the delay of not doing it as now is a more appropriate time. I found instructions on the great big internet and followed them to the letter and even making sure most of the cuttings had a ‘heel’ at the base. It is quite hard to get decent specimens as it is such a wiry plant. I hacked quite a lot of foliage from the wild growing plants, but most was too thin and unsuitable for cuttings, but I managed to get 60 twigs into pots, so now I hope for the best.
Thanks to the wind the yellowing fronds of the asparagus were stripped of their tiny leaves and so all that was left standing was what looked like a bunch of twigs. So, I cut them down to ground level and then topped the bed with compost and other goodies to feed them for another season and then topped the lot with a fermented Lucerne mulch. By my calculations I should be able to sample a few this season. I sowed the seed in 2017, then put them in the garden last year so that makes them two year old crowns. Next season we can go wild and eat the lot for the next 25 years. I’ve missed the taste of fresh asparagus, there is nothing like it.
And I repotted my sweet peas, they were out in the wind and got a little beaten up so needed some love and I repotted all my onions even though they go in, in a couple of weeks as their soil got a little too soggy while I was away recently and some were beginning to rot away. Trying not to blame anyone in particular, but let’s just say he’s not a gardener…
Oh, and I made soap… proper stuff with the lye and oils! It was loads of fun and reminded me of my days working in a laboratory with the googles, gloves and careful measurements. I can’t wait to do it again. We’ll be the cleanest family in the land.
Come again soon – there is some digging to be done.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
It should have been an afternoon job, but as soon as I started it, I kept getting called away to other things and then I found I had underestimated the resources I needed and had to go out and get more and added to that the weather decided it would join the fun being caused by other delaying factors.
But it is done and while it is such a simple project, I think it will improve the corner of the garden where it lurks. And this project?… well I’m not even sure it is a thing, but I’m calling it my water catcher. Maybe it is a sink hole? But whatever it is my garden needed it.
The problem comes from my desire to have good water pressure in the garden so I can have effective irrigation. So as part of the budget blowing process of creating the garden I had installed a very good pump to deliver the water from the tank to the tap in the garden. Which is wonderful because I’m essentially watering up hill. It might be a small gradient, but it is uphill, and I want to be safe in the knowledge my garden will not thirst.
While this is good for the garden as a whole, it is not so much for the small corner of the garden where the tap is. The pressure was so much that when turned on without a bucket, watering can or other receptacle under it, it bored a hole right into the sand! Then when the kids used it to get the water for the goat or the chickens, they seemed to have an incredible ability to get water everywhere but in their buckets and any overflow from inattention filling the buckets or when the tap was not quite turned off, spilled out over edge of the fence, washing sand with it, creating a constantly damp patch in the corner of the newly seeded lawn on the other side of the fence.
I knew I needed to think about this and come up with a solution, as it bothered me. But it became more apparent when I popped in all the daffodil bulbs along the fence, the ones near the tap would rot away with all the excess water.
So, I hatched a plan. I got hold of a very deep bucket and drilled some holes in the base. I was going to dig a hole and fill it with stones to direct the water deep within the soil, deeper than the daffodil bulbs and deeper than the lawn surface on the other side of the fence so the water would drain away deeply and gently. The helpful man at the garden centre, when I tried to explain why I wanted the stones and discuss which would be best, suggested adding a deep layer of stones below the bucket so the holes in the bucket didn’t get blocked up with sand. Which made perfect sense. And I went home with a bag each of scoria for functional drainage and river stones to make it look pretty.
I then built a mini raised bed structure with leftover brackets, to contain the stones that would hide the bucket and give a bit of stone depth to absorb the splashes from exuberant use of the tap. Excitedly I dug a bucket sized hole, and then dug a bit more, added the scoria into the hole, eased the bucket onto it and pushed sand down around the outside of the bucket so it was held snug. Then with great expectation I emptied the rest of the scoria into the bucket to find my spatial awareness had jiggered thing up once again. The bucket was only half full! Seriously – how could I have not seen that! But it is all part of the journey. It was late in the day – about day four of the project that should have taken an afternoon, and the garden centre would have been long shut by the time I got there.
Eventually I found the time to go back and get more bags, with a reluctant teenage boy in tow to do the heavy lifting. This was also late in the day, so the bags sat there, taunting me for several more days until I found the time to finish the job. And in the space of less than an hour I filled the bucket and a good bottom layer of the raised bed structure with scoria and then added two bags of river stones to pretty it up and the job was done. Just like that.
Sometimes it is our easiest jobs that cause the biggest headaches, delays or reasons to procrastinate, and we come out the end of it thinking, why didn’t I just get on with it in the first place? But it is done now, and I can cross it off the list – the list it had been on for the entire #Make May Count initiative.
I think I may still fiddle with it a little bit more – I’m thinking of a duel tap attachment so the kids have no reason to unplug the hose supplying life giving water to my irrigation system and the post at the top is crying out for some kind of decorative element… I’m open to ideas but have thought maybe a container for a potted plant or flower display, a wind driven sculpture or just some kind of humble statue or finial…. Hmmm… something to ponder.
Come again soon – once again I’m a week late in making the month count but there is plenty to do.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
So much has happened in such a short space of time. Firstly, it is now winter. It is cold. I’m allowed to say that now. In autumn I was putting on a brave face, so while it was getting colder and colder, it wasn’t winter yet so I kind of pretended to myself it wasn’t that cold. If you can’t cope with the cold of autumn, then winter will be a dreadful season. But now we have embraced the chill and embraced thick socks, warm jumpers, beanies, and a cosy electric blanket to fall into an exhausted slumber after a day of hard slog in the garden. And it will only get colder. Although last year we didn’t get a frost so I’m looking forward to finding out if that was a one off or is it a thing here.
The most exciting thing that happened since the start of winter was something that caused me to fall exhausted into my cosy warm bed was my office shed was constructed. Yesterday (Monday) the Queen graciously allowed us to have a day off to celebrate her birthday and the weather was majestic. It couldn’t have been better and so our lovely builder, who knew I’d been longing for my shed for so long, decided to give up his day off to build my shed. Looking at the weather and the opportunity, there wouldn’t have been a chance to do it for ages if it wasn’t done then. And I am so grateful!
It was a fun day being a builder’s helper. We started with the floor and then the sides seem to go up like magic and by lunchtime I thought it would be all done by afternoon tea, but the roof required more effort and rightly so, it is probably the most important part to get right – especially here out on the windy west coast. I’d hate for it to blow away.
So, all that is left is to paint the outside to protect it from the elements and paint the inside to make it mine. Then I can move in and go to work in the garden in more ways than one. Hubby the Un-Gardener asked if I wanted to move some stuff in straight away (I think he is keen to finally stop having my stuff clutter up the house) but I told him not until after the painting and decorating, because I know me and if I move anything in before its done, it will never be done!
But one of the things I did while building the shed was to make a time lapse video of it and while I was there I did a quick tour of the garden to show the state it is in on the first days of winter, so wrap up warm and grab some popcorn and check out my latest video:
Come again soon – winter is off to a great start.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Did May Count? Were my efforts to prevent this month from slipping away worth it? Did I make a difference to my gardening journey? Historically this is a strange month and looking back over my previous blog posts for the Month of May for the last 8 years it seems to be a collection of moaning about the weather with a combination of frosts, not enough rain and too much rain with a cyclone thrown in for good measure, a bit of chicken talk and some cooking, including my most popular blog post ever, >My Mum’s one pot sultana biscuits<. There was also a lot of end of season tidy up, which is pretty much what I was about this month.
This month I’ve made leaf mould that will take a year before I can use its wonderful goodness. It feels like I’m investing in the garden. I faced the elements with a week’s worth of rain days that turned up on the days I really wanted to be in the garden. Often times this was accompanied by high winds straight off the ocean that wreaked havoc in my poor garden and had me lying awake at nights worried for my plants. I planted daffodils, and sneaky spuds for the winter, and sowed all the cover crops that were needed according to the master plan for the garden. I harvested peanuts and my kumara which was kind of disappointing but in a delicious – better than nothing way. I even did some cooking and made that absolutely delish red onion marmalade. It was also a time for celebration with the garden itself having its first birthday and I also had my very first garden visit from a local garden group.
So, while I did a lot there was also a lot that didn’t get done. I was hoping to have my garden shed built by now, but it was delayed. It has finally arrived and now sits there in its box waiting to become my office in the garden where I will be able to be inspired by the garden as I write, by being in the garden as I write. I also didn’t get my water catcher under the tap finished. It is hard to explain without showing you pictures. I am halfway through and almost achieved it during the Make May Count month, but I underestimated the resources required and had to buy more hoping to finish it today, but today is rainy and I’m not crazy enough to complete the task in the wet.
I didn’t get on to the Muehlenbeckia cuttings either and to be honest I have no idea why. I need to put this down to procrastination and try to do better at avoiding it. Besides from what I understand it is better to do the cuttings in winter and that starts tomorrow so all is not lost. I also didn’t lay the irrigation cables in a mile of trenches not so much because of procrastination, more from the fact I was dragging my heels with all the digging that was required. But having said that I dug a deep hole yesterday for my water catcher and it wasn’t that bad, so maybe I can convince myself to throw myself into it in June.
Even without these ‘overflow’ tasks June is a month that isn’t spent searching for things to do. It may be the first month of winter, but the tasks are many and exciting. I have to prune back the raspberries and sort out the strawberries and clearing out the runners. The asparagus needs cutting back and getting ready for the new season. The onion seedlings will go in and the most exciting of all is it is tree season so I can make the new orchard, properly, for once and for all, with irrigation! And all of this juggling around the tumultuous weather expected from the season.
Even though I didn’t get everything done I wanted to, I certainly think my Make May Count concept was a good idea. It had me looking for things to do in a time that could have easily slipped by unproductively. So much so I have popped it in the diary to do it again next year.
Come again soon – winter starts tomorrow.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
As we are only a year and a bit into this new property beside the coast, there are no trees. It didn’t come with trees and I haven’t quite got to the point of planting some – well not quite, but that is a shameful story for another day! Besides, if I had planted any since moving here, they certainly wouldn’t be big enough to fulfil my needs. Obviously, there is the usual benefits – the fruiting that comes from fruit trees and the whole aesthetic appeal a tree can add to the environment and they can also be a place of shade on a hot summer day. Any stick-esk saplings I plant won’t be any good to me for several years.
But at this time of year, a tree – in particular a deciduous one can be of tremendous value, from what the unwary would consider nature’s litter. The fallen leaves. I have long coveted a large tree dropping rake-able leaves so I can scoop them all up and treasure them. Unfortunately, we just weren’t at the last place long enough and now we have to start over.
Fortunately wonderful friends of mine, the lovely ones who helped with my garden beds by making the brackets so I could whip together all the beds in no time at all, mentioned they had a large tree outside their workshop and were getting a little sick of sweeping them up. So, I offered to help them out, if I could take the leaves away.
This may sound like I’m a tad crazy but fallen autumn leaves are like gold – not only in colour but for the potential they hold. You see, if you leave them to rot down – on their own, they can become the most amazing soil conditioner. As I have only seen this happen and helped others make it happen, I’d never really had my very own leaf mould. And this season it is all about to change.
So, I popped along to my friends’ workshop, dragging a couple of unwilling teens with me – but I needed someone to hold open the bag! And we raked up all the leaves out the front of their place and got a large bag full of gorgeous autumnal leaves. Much to the bemusement of my kids, you could even say I was excited.
Once I got by bag of loot home, we poked a few holes in the bag with a garden fork and moistened the leaves with a couple of squirts of the hose and tied the bag shut. Then I popped it behind what will soon be my shed. And now we wait – an entire year, for it to turn into the loveliest well-rotted, crumbly, sweet smelling leaf mould that makes an awesome soil conditioner and is worth its weight in gold.
The science behind it is the leaves no longer contain much in the way of nitrogen, which is pretty much what makes them dry and crispy. All that is left behind in the leaves in great quantities is lignin and cellulose, which are very slow to break down. You can put them in the compost as a brown material in a balanced 2:1 brown : green ratio. However with a mature tree at this time of year and taking into consideration most of the garden will have given up the ghost and fresh green material is sparse and there is only so much that can come out of your kitchen, the balance could easily look like a million to one! If you put too many autumn leaves in your compost, then it is highly likely they will still be there when the rest of the compost is done.
Normal composting is generally done with the help of bacteria who do a great job, however turning leaves into the incredible leaf mould is a job for fungi as there isn’t all that much present in the leaves to interest bacteria. They get onto the task of breaking it down in the material you will often find on a forest floor in the humus layer.
And the reason to go to all this effort is it is an amazing soil conditioner – one of the best. While it doesn’t provide much in the way of increase fertility or nutrition, so it doesn’t replace compost, it improves soil structure, and improves the soils ability to retain moisture and nutrients. It also makes a fabulous home for all the beneficial creatures and organisms that live in the soil.
I hope one day I will have my very own source of autumn leaves from my own trees. In an ideal situation, because it takes so long, if you gather leaves in a bag and pop them behind the shed each year then you will end up with a constant supply. But until then I may just become the crazy lady out there willing to rake your leaves. If you do have too many leaves that need a rake – let me know…
Come again soon – winter is knocking on the door and I’m not sure I’m ready to let it in.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Thank you to the good people at Gardena, this is a paid post.
Today is a good day. The sun is shining brightly, but more importantly the wind has gone. It was really hard to Make May Count in such non-conducive conditions. However, I did get out there and battle the elements, well the least harsh ones and got some stuff done. But this is just a quick pictorial update to let you know what I’ve been up to…
It is just a short post today because the sun is shining, after the last ten days I now appreciate it all the more and certainly won’t take days like today for granted. So I’m off out into the garden to make things happen.
Come again soon – there isn’t much left of May.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Today is a special day in my world. It is one year today since I got started on my garden. Before this it was a grazed by cows who didn’t appreciate the best view out across the ocean. But we appreciated the view and set up camp in the caravan, right where I wanted to put the garden, while we were waiting for the house to arrive. The shipping container with all our worldly possessions also took up space on my soon to be garden, which also became a parking lot, building delivery store yard and a dump for the building debris.
But once the house arrived and we moved in, and I couldn’t bear it any longer and organised for the caravan to move off the garden, the container to be emptied and returned to the container company and I cleared up the rubbish and forbade anyone to park anywhere near my soon to be horticultural paradise. Then in came the bulldozer and cleared the land and my garden began. Since then the veggie patch has gone in leaps and bounds and it blows me away how much I have achieved since then and my garden is almost there and looks pretty much like the vision I held in my head for such a long time.
Check out my birthday greeting for the garden, I thought it was about time to update the trailer on my You Tube Channel and this seems like the best time to do it.
But a year in the life of a garden is barely a blink and I still have so many awesome plans for this land and it is such a wonderful place to live, we will be here for a very long time.
Come again soon – this garden has had a great first year.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
NB – click on the images for descriptions of the garden progress.
Ok, so there are 16 days left in May and I’m banging my head against a mid-month slump. It isn’t intentional but is I guess part of the reason I really need to make this month count – in the garden it is boring. There isn’t much to do at all. Certainly nothing challenging. So, I need to make it challenging and fun, so the month doesn’t get wasted. It doesn’t help that the weather is still playing up and howling a gale. It is dark and gloomy, the wind is lashing the house and the rain comes in in squalls, intense but momentary. It isn’t exactly outside weather. The boffins are suggesting it will calm down by the weekend, but we will be swapping wind for cold. I think I don’t mind cold as you can wrap up and be warm. Wind is just annoying.
So, what can I do with the next 12 days – because I don’t do garden work on the weekends – that is for family time. In that May slides by, so do kids. Teenagers with burgeoning career plans and hopes and dreams of their own makes time seem more valuable that a few measly weeks on the eve of winter. Every day is precious in its own way and needs to be made to count in some way shape or form so I can look back and say I didn’t waste it.
So today – it is windy and yucky, and I had tiramisu for lunch… a day not wasted? But I need to make plans for the garden. The shed has been delayed until next week, so instead of jubilantly shadowing my amazing builder, whooping for joy with each nail driven home, today and tomorrow need to count in whole new way.
Of the things languishing on my to do list there are some things that do need to be done…
I have 100 daffodil bulbs to be planted along the inside of my garden fence – it will look fabulous in the spring. I bought the bulbs ages ago and put them in the fridge, because I also bought a bulb planter for a child to give to me for Mother’s Day. So, as it was a gift, I couldn’t very well use it before then… I think I pulled off the surprised – ‘oh thank you, just what I wanted’ charade even though we all knew what was going on. And since receiving this cool gift, I have either lost my mojo or was busy. So, with only 16 days left of autumn, this is a sort of sooner rather than later task. But is it one I can do in the wind and the rain? Just how dedicated am I to Make May Count?
Another task on the list is to take some hard wood cuttings from the wild growing Muehlenbeckia. It is all over the place here and I love the way it cascades down the side of a bank, like a beautiful green lacy veil. I think it is just the thing to hide some building scars that inevitably occur to the landscape in the midst of construction. It just makes sense; it already likes it here and it does a fab job of holding the sandy soil together. But from what I understand the cuttings are best done in the cold of winter… but we’re nearly there. Maybe I could do some now and some later, just for the want of something to do.
I also have a mile of trenches to dig to connect the irrigation together, but I’d really like Hubby the Un-Gardeners help but he has a complex schedule so maybe it’ll be done this month, or possibly next. But speaking of irrigation – where the tap in the garden is – the pressure is awesome, but if left to its own devices accidently it tends to bore a hole in the sand, splashes sand everywhere or overflows out of the garden and on to the lawn. I had a thought I could create some kind of gravel filled catchment zone to soak it up and avoid the damage and be an aesthetically pleasing tap feature.
I also have some paperworky stuff that needs to be and should be done before the end of the month so on days like today where I feel very much like a fair-weather gardener, I can still make things happen.
Ok – so without committing myself to too much and overdoing things, I will endeavour to make the above happen before the end of the month. Alongside anything else exciting that may come along. And of course, my shed office will also be complete and how much of a help or hinderance I’ll be to the construction of it remains to be seen!
Come again soon – without a plan to guide us, we are all just lost (well certainly I am).
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Tuesday could have, but I didn’t make it, and today is halfway through May and so it came as a bit of a wake up call and so I made certain I made it count. The problem is the weather. We have had howling gales and being so close to the sea, this – it would seem is the price we have to pay from time to time for living in paradise. The stormy weather is a lot less frequent that people think, but when it comes, it really comes. But I would say if I was geeky enough to map the weather on a bell chart it would come out quite balanced with excessively windy days matching the barely there breathless days on the other end of the scale. The rest of the time it is just normal weather that you would find anywhere else.
I do have to say, as much as I know the house can stand up to the wind, as it survived admirably up on house moving jacks during a storm with gusts of up to 212Km, so I feel safe, but I have yet to get used to the noise. We have an old house and so the wind tries its hardest to get in. Sort of a bit like the old Wee Willy Winky nursery rhyme… “runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his night-gown, Tapping at the window, crying at the lock…” Although he isn’t checking if I’m in bed, because I was already there – lying awake, worrying about the wind and the possible damage that could be possibly happening. The noise is like a high pitched whistle against the crashing of the wild waves on the ocean below. It makes things seem a thousand times worse than it is. I guess it is something I need to get used to, but I’m not there yet! The key is to make sure that everything is tucked up and put away so there is nothing loose so no harm can come, so there is nothing to worry about.
So, the wee small hours of Monday were spent lying awake thinking about the wind in an anxious way and as a result I eventually emerged to embrace the day in a zombie like fashion and achieved very little. There was no point going out as the wind was still roaring and experience has taught me it is much better to wait until the storm is over before trying to repair damage or you just make it worse. There wasn’t all that much damage – the peas got shredded in the wind and the almost finished zinnias became finished when the plant was uprooted and the last chance – shouldn’t be alive zucchini got snapped. And if that is the worst of it then it isn’t really that bad.
The wind died down enough to make sleep and recovery better for Tuesday, and the day was spent in the garden working hard. There were two things on the go, the first was helping the builder with the foundations for my new office. No more working at the kitchen table for me, I’ll soon have my own space, right there in the garden. I can go ‘to work’. I think this will help in the scheme of things – making time count. It is so easy to get distracted from work and slip into the pleasures of life when you are working at home!
The other part of my day was giving the garden a full whip around in preparation for a garden visit from a lovely local garden club. But thanks to all my efforts the week before, I really didn’t have much to do at all, which was a great relief. The day certainly counted, and I tumbled into bed weary.
Today was busy in all sorts of different ways. Because of my earlier neglectful ways, I had a backlog of indoor paperworky stuff to do, as well as the important task of admiring the work my amazing builder was doing with the foundations to my office. While we are still waiting for the shed itself to arrive, he created an incredible deck around it. I can see myself in the height of summer sitting in the shade with a cool sun tea that would have been steeping all morning with wee Jasper snoozing at my feet, surrounded by plants in pots… just imagine…
The garden visit was a huge success, and hopefully the first of many, although we will need to look into parking as it is currently limited. I do love showing off my garden.
Come again soon – I’m still Making May Count
Sarah the Gardener : o)