|Bags are packed & ready to go.|
It's Saturday again, time to write about six things gardening related, however tenuously. If you've a place where you garden - no matter how small, how new, how neglected - why not share six things from it that grabbed your attention this week?
As to The Writing Closet itself, we're moving house.
In terms of the actual grunt work, I've been relegated to a mostly supervisory post, which affords me time for our weekly SoS confab - to read, comment on & re-tweet Sixes go leor.
But first, let's check in on the moving team.
1. Container plants.
Gardeners have pots, but because of our frequent moves, mine are occupied mostly by trees & shrubs. I used to plant & lift my roses with every move until one of my favourites nearly died on me.
I promised, if it lived, it could stay put. It lived & I kept my promise, resolving that in future, nothing goes into the ground unless I'm willing to leave it behind.
Of course, some pot dwellers languish. If nothing perks them up, they get slapped into the ground & I do a You-Better-Feckin-Live dance around them.
Watch this space. Workshops on dance gardening are coming to a venue near you.
Back in the present, we knew a night flit was in the offing, so this year's garlic crop joined my little potted forest in planter bags of their own.
|In the van queue, w/Mlle DoodleFace checking the All Clear.|
In addition to sinking pot haters into the ground, I plant anything that populates on its own, then lift a few when I go.
Having said that, I always take cuttings. Rarely if ever do they survive, but other Six-on-Saturday-ers such as Fred & Chicu have encouraged me to have another go.
Here I am, once again, attempting the Great Cuttings Challenge.
|Ever the optimist.|
Curry plants, purple sage, buddleia alternifolia, plus a late-contender weigela because there were pockets left in the tray. All easy propagators, so surely some of those babies'll live.
3. Don't forget us!
Of course, my gardening crew's coming, too.
|Mr BigNose, Mlle DoodleFace & Mizzy BunnyButt|
This shot was only possible because of the Dreamies on top of the hat box. Bribery rates right up there with dance gardening, in my experience.
4. The Crypt.
Until we reach our forever home, no pet gets left behind. That includes the dearly departed, of which there are four. The first 3 are in their burial urns (decorative planters), but our most recent loss, 15 year old Bast, didn't quite fit inside the one we got for her. She's currently on a weight loss plan.
|Weight loss chamber.|
Her crypt is properly secured from fox, corvids &, dare I say it, the dogs. A collection of star shaped aquilegia, a handful of bulbs, & we'll forget what's happening underground.
|Bast, pushing up columbine & various bulbs.|
5. Beehive composter.
Feel free to scoff at this one. We sacrificed utility on the altar of an outdoor painting frenzy.
|No, Big Nose, we're not going to take it apart.|
6. And importantly, the shed innards that someone forgot to pack up.
|Whose job was it to empty the shed?|
Once the shed's empty, we're off. Apparently the new landlord's been slicking up the place since last we saw it, so I'm ready to be impressed.
|The great, late Bast in the hammock 3 gardens ago.|
Impressed or not, Tim Hewitt advised I go onward to horticultural glory, & so I shall!
For more rooted SoSers, tarry over to the Propagaor for his Six on Saturday. In addition to his week's efforts, there's always a coupla dozen links to other garden blogs in his comment section.
* Quoting Tim Hewitt's comment on my last week's blog.