Growing Pains

We are not gardeners. We will never be gardeners, however hard we try. We can mow, and strim, and chop, and shred – but as for producing fine crops of vegetables or beautiful displays of flowers – not us. Monday was spend attempting to get the garden into shape [having worked on Steph’s plot in Wimbledon, and the Cornerstones estate in Norfolk]

There were plenty of weeds to be shifted, and the area that was once a pond, but is now covered in gravel, needed serious tidying up. Bob suggested that he should remove the Pieris from its pot and replant it in the border bed. OK, I said.

He smashed the pot, dug a deep hole and replanted the shrub. I suspect he enjoyed the smashing bit best. Our one and only spade is in Norfolk, so the hole was dug using the emergency folding shovel [well it doesn’t get used for much else] He did a great job

Sharp eyed horticultural experts will notice that the Pieris looks suspiciously like a Hebe. That’s because Bob got the two plants muddled up. [I told you we were not gardeners] Actually, the Hebe looks much better in the border, it had outgrown its pot.

The ‘pond area’ [it hasn’t been a pond since 1996, but we still call it that] is much tidier now, and my pots of herbs look happier. I took a photo, whilst leaning precariously out of the bathroom window.

Bottom left, the colourful Pieris. There are also pots of mint, thyme, chives, lemon balm, lavender, and sage – plus a chrysanthemum, some ivy,  and a pleasant looking green thing which we cannot identify, and may well be a weed, but we like its colour and shape!

After a hard day working in the garden, we felt very pleased with ourselves. Not quite enough energy left to do a dance though…

Oh Flobadob!