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| Mulch underlay or recycling . . . |
Ah, the sound of packing tape ripped from cardboard. The essential trawl of local take-away options. Mlle DoodleFace doing zoomies with a gigantic poster tube in her mouth while Mizzy BunnyButt climbs a Seuss-ian stack of clothes. Mr BigNose sighs from a safe place on the couch.
Yes, it's done. My worldly possessions, the critturs & family've been shifted to our new locale.
I desperately want to explore the garden.
Alas . . . moving coincided with the Beast from the East. The new garden hides its secrets under snow, so your first tour will be to see how the travelling plant show survived.
1. First order of business, feed the birds.
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| Dinner's ready! |
In addition to the feeder, we've sprinkled raisins outside the dog area, & piked some fine apple halves. Our water dish still hides in some unknown box. Prayers've been offered for its resurrection.
2. The Little House
On the day, the movers gave me untold grief about what they referred to as my Little House. Any advice I offered on how to manhandle it - something I'd done myself, I might add - they immediately disregarded. Only an idiot would own such a stupid thing, & they certainly weren't listening to an idiot.
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| Ill treated composter. |
It didn't surprise me to see how unceremoniously they dumped it in the new garden.
3. A new dearly departed.
Not a pet this time. For all the movers' dyspepsia with me, initial inspection of the potted forest reveals only one fatality - an Asian pear (in this photo, the horizontal stem). The tall vertical sticks are bamboo cane to ward off bulb-eating fox. The short stub of a twig near the label (about the same height as the daffs in the pot), that's what's left of the trunk.
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| Formerly known as an Asian pear. |
This particular tree failed to thrive last year. On calling the nursery for advice, it was determined that the tree, not myself, was at fault. A free replacement arrived at my door in November.
Prior to the move, I'd thought the original still had life in it, but seeing how easily it snapped, perhaps a bit optimistic.
4. Frozen Fatsia
On moving day, our last plant load happened close to midnight. My thoughts were on duvets rather than dahlias, so it wasn't until the next morning I saw the spider fatsia.
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| This poor fella needs a fainting couch. |
I've wrapped the pot in fleece & cover the plant itself at night. Hopefully it'll perk up when the weather changes.
5. Optimistic future.
For all the drawbacks to snow, it does give the garden a surreal, exotic feel. The ordinary looks familiarly unfamiliar, maybe like we do in fancy dress.
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| Snow-improved lavender. |
The day before the move, I lifted a failing lavender & stuck it in a pot, rather than leave it behind to some unknown fate. With the bare stems coated it snow, it suddenly looks like it has its whole future ahead of it. Which I suppose is what even dying things have. What else would be ahead except the future?
6. Lovely in death (or dormancy).
And just look at dear creeping Jenny, herself tucked in for winter, worthy of a Victorian death portrait under her bonnet of snow.
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| Sleeping Jenny waiting to creep again. |
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| Apple delights. |
Next Saturday, the landlord comes to discuss the garden. There's rumours of weed barrier & pea gravel, so I'll use the week to fortify my alternate plan.
Until then, there's a community of wonderful gardeners featured at The Propagator whose own Six on Saturday haven't a speck of snow on them. Run over & find out why.
See you next week!
