"I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden." - Ruth Stout
My mum always told me not to cry over spilt milk. But last weekend I cried over spilt soil. I popped in to the yard only to find that the wind had blown our 2 mini greenhouses about. As a result all the seedlings that I had put in them had spilt over the floor along with their pots and soil. I had thought that the yard we put them in was sheltered, having walls on all sides. But it seems to be more like a wind tunnel. So we are looking at moving them to a more exposed area in the hope it’s less windy. Sounds mad, but we are giving it a try.
Anyway, on a more positive note, the weather has finally improved and we have sun at last. So we have started to brighten up the garden too. Volunteers are painting the railings at the front of the garden as well as decorating more of the plant containers. A local felting group have made some brightly coloured felt plant containers to hang against the brick wall. The wall shelters plants from the rain so I am putting alpines in them. The tubs of bulbs are doing well still. As the daffodils start to fade, the garden is full of tulip bulbs ready to open up, so there’s lots of colour to come.
The vegetable garden has started now too. The sun has encouraged the potatoes to peep out of the soil in the tub, which I find very exciting. And we have trays of veg seeds at volunteers houses to replace what we lost in the greenhouses.
I’m busy repotting last year’s cuttings, the ones that we managed to overwinter. Its only now that I can really tell what’s still alive as the warmer weather is encouraging them to shoot. We have had a number of plants and containers donated to us, which is great. Just waiting now for some more compost. We are going to need tons to fill all our containers.
The Blooming Old Gardener