We moved house last year. The summer was a confusion of excitement, fear and exhaustion and then, once we’d shifted twenty years of accumulated “stuff”, rehoused a ton of books and offloaded quite a bit of furniture, we settled into our new home. Which is great.
Then came the garden. It was small – downsizing the garden was a major reason for the move – but it was, there is no other word for it, a mess. Neglected. Unloved. I have never seen so many dandelions in one small patch of grass. We had a contractor in to do the really heavy stuff – digging up the dandelions and laying a new lawn, putting down new paving, building a little wall. But then we started planning. And planting. Bulbs, roses, fruit trees, a lavender hedge…
There’s a lot still to do. There are perennials to plant out as soon as the ground dries out a little. The garage is loaded up with trellis to take the clematis which will arrive soon, bags of compost for the dahlias and lilies, ditto. And I’ve my eye on a couple of those tall thing pyramid thingies for sweet peas. I love sweet peas.
It’s all been bare earth and waiting so far, but this week, despite freezing cold winds, it’s very obvious that the plants are gearing up to do something magical. The bare branches of the roses and fruit trees are budding. And we had our first flower. This tiny iris took on the icy and wind and said, “Your time is up, buddy. I’m declaring winter is done!
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