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| Out of the gates & running like the wind. |
It's #SixonSaturday time, guys. Six things happening this week in my still-new garden.
Last week, it was all wait wait wait for the stars to find their proper alignment before big things could happen.
This week, everything's slipped into gear. I do believe we took advantage of it.
1. Shed update.
The potting shed arrived without instructions. Several phone calls & a few emails later, they sent us a list written in what quite possibly was Middle English. Ultimately, my budding relationship with the shed provider broke down & we were on our own.
Despite this, by Day 1, we got the floor in place. As we stood admiring our work, I heard a noise & turned to find myself eye-to-eye with a DoodleFace on top of the wall. Our Artful Dodger dog had unlatched 2 doors in the house & climbed the wall to share in our joy.
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| End of Day 2. |
The end of Day 2 coincided with the end of the week & all 4 walls in place. Just before dinner, the missing parts to our storage shed arrived, so next week it'll be duelling sheds for my Six.
2. Securing the perimeter.
Our back garden has six levels to it. We took the property on the condition that a 5' fence be erected around the first 3 levels to prevent the continued adventures of Mlle DoodleFace.
This wasn't done (thus the Doodle escape in #1), prompting a 3 week discussion about what constitutes 5'. That disagreement ended with the consensus that 5' is in fact, 60".
New discussions have commenced over who owns the 4' fence between our property & our neighbours. The neighbours have several shrubs & small trees along that fence, but there are places where a well oiled Doodle can slip through.
The first breach is next to a small, shady raised bed to the left of the back door, previously loaded down with BioBizz. Shifting the bags uncovered debris from some long forgotten re-roofing.
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| Fern bed |
Once the area's cleared, a woodwardia unigemmata fern will go in the far corner, & a gillenia trifoliata on the other side, with some smaller plants at the front of the bed. As a temporary measure, I'll stab a few bamboo sticks next to the fence to fool Mlle DoodleFace into thinking it's 5' tall.
Yes, I'm a dreamer.
3. Herb garden.
The bed on the other side of the steps gets plenty of sun. Since the back door leads into the kitchen, this little bed's a great place for the herb garden.
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| Future herb garden. |
Excavating the coping here initially caused a fright. No bones, but the unveiling gave an impression that under the grass, the whole area'd been paved. However, eventually the fork sunk up to its armpits in the soil, so herb garden, here we come.
4. Keep your enemies closer.
When the Beast's snow melted, it showed the prevalence of ground elder in our new neighbourhood. For such a neglected garden, ours has surprisingly very little. The bit we do have seems to've originated from under the contested boundary fence.
My first experience with ground elder was 4 gardens ago when we lived in the 17th century priest's house.
In spring, a triangular bed between a gravel path & an apple store turned yellow with aconite. Once that died back, the ground elder came along, bloomed a white carpet, then got mowed down by the landlord's gardener.
Sounds very civilised except the ground elder, not content with its triangle, colonised all the beds in that garden.
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| The Doodle, the kerria, & the ground elder. |
Considering the relatively short time we'll be here, I've decided to conserve energy by embracing our ground elder. Or at least, maintaining a truce with it.
As luck would have it, the ground elder grows at a gap in the neighbours' side. I dropped in a couple of kerria that I brought with me, thinking they're big & ugly enough to take on ground elder. Even though they can be thugs, I'll probably stick in a few more to give the impression they're a hedge.
Hopefully, adding some bad tempered bamboo stakes here will deter a certain canine from absconding.
5. The Pile.
If you remember, the site of our potting shed was previously occupied by a survivalist's shed. I didn't mention at the time that The Pile occupied another part of that level.
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| The Pile. |
The person who removed the survivalist shed wouldn't take The Pile because it consisted mostly of garden waste. That undoubtedly makes sense to more knowledgeable persons that myself. People who also understand badly written Middle English.
Because of this arcane rule, my pots've spent 3 weeks sitting on the lawn. This week, a certified Pile Remover came, so the Great Pot Migration has begun.
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| Potted forest, garlic, & weight reduction. |
All the garlic, Bast's weight reduction chamber, & about half the potted forest've been moved. If I want my pears to cross pollinate this year, I better shake a leg & reunite them.
6. Front garden.
I do have a front garden, but until this week it's been filled with pots, & latterly, shed parts. This state of affairs causes anxiety in the tiny OAP fairy woman next door (who shouldn't be confused with the RtHL BossyBoots). OAP fairy woman periodically emerges for updates & offers of tea. She's relieved that work's begun to expand a bed.
At present, my plan incorporates This Thang growing under the window. It looks like a passion flower to me, which is strange because it survived the Beast. Could there be hardy passions at our new house? Do hardy passions even exist outside works of fiction?
We shall see.
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This Thang. |
The proposed occupants of the expanded bed include a spirea & some roses, all languishing in their pots. The roses were grown from seeds found in a graveyard in Paris. Hopefully I can propagate them, because it'll take nerves of steel to leave those babies behind.
There's also a peony that, with 2 of its mates, I dragged from the Angry Village (3 gardens ago). The 2 mates grew happily in the very next garden, so were left there. The last of the trio - wherever I've planted it, however much I've cossetted it - rewards me with peony pouts. Maybe this bed'll put a blush in its blossom.
In the space beween the plants I brought with me & This Thang, I'll plant some of my colourful veg in lieu of garden flowers. I'll let you know how the OAP fairy takes to them.
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| Well earned rest. |
Now that you & I've caught up, be sure to head over to The Propagator to see what he's been up to. In his comments, you'll find links to all sorts of Six-on-Saturday folk hailing from 4 continents (at my last count).
Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you next week.
