I like to dig. Seren also likes to dig. My digging is constructive....and hers, as far as I am concerned is not constructive.
| Entire bed now fenced in but it wasn't when I took this photo. |
Therefore is the reason for completing my puppy-proofing fence round my front of the patio bed. This operation nearly cost me a new pair of specs....Leah was 'helping' and managed to smack me round the head with one of the stakes for the wire fencing. She didn't mean to, of course. Nevertheless,it was an excellent smack and I saw stars for a moment.
The ground is lovely and soft for digging at the moment, all the rain has made it so. Today there is rather more rain, hail and sleet than I'd wish but that is why I did the major digging jobs on Friday and Saturday.
I moved the winter flowering currant to the front garden to complete the hedge I am building there. I hope it survives, it was quite big. I grew it from a cutting a 3 years ago when I moved here.
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| Winter flowering currant - photo cribbed from internet. My bush is slightly smaller. |
I also moved the Kniphofia ...again...it was too close to a Mallow. So now, fingers crossed everything 'takes' and doesn't keel over dead. It should be OK.
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| Kniphofia - photo also cribbed from internet |
Then I went and dug a bit in G's garden. Another Hebe that needed replanting temporarily and a few Hostas that need a temporary home until she has time to get into their new raised bed.
So, all in all it was quite a digging sort of weekend. I was amused to find this joke - it seems appropriate (except - as far as I know, both my sons are not in prison)
An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey USA and wanted
to plant his annual tomato garden
It was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vicenzo, who used to help him, was in
prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his
predicament:
"Dear Vicenzo,
I'm feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be
able to plant my tomato garden this year.
I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot.
I know if you were here my troubles would be over.
I know you'd be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the
old days.
Love, Papa"
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
"Dear Papa,
Don't dig up that garden - that's where the bodies are
buried".
Love,
Vicenzo
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police
arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.
They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another letter from
his son.
"Dear Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.
That's the best I could do under the circumstances".
Love you,
Vicenzo
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| Pair of Robins (also not my photo) |
| Hellebore by my kitchen door.. |
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| For pyrography |
March is nearly upon us. I will complete the pruning this week, weather permitting. I will also attach training wires to the fence for the vine, jasmine and the honeysuckle. All these jobs are easier to do when there is less growth so I can see where I am drilling. Oh and I promised myself IF I did the housework that I could spend the afternoon making a plaque for JP's grave. I have a little pyrography tool that I bought in Malta recently for just this little job.
But right now...well right now it is time for housework. God sends foul weather days so lazy housewives like me have nothing more compelling to do but clean and tidy INSIDE instead of outside where we'd rather be.






