My trusty gardening jeans have finally come to the end ….
Finished mowing the path and sowed lawn seed. Unwrapped the new cherry and pear trees. Oh dear. The roots … what a sad sight. Well, if nothing else I have learnt that gardening is sometimes the triumph of optimism over deep misgivings and stark reality. In they go. The cherry is by a sheltered spot next to the wall by the gate. The pear is in the Dingly Dell in place of my much-lamented Magnolia Laevifolia. Presently, I am on the hunt for Golden Creeping Jenny Lysimachia nummularia ‘Aurea’. I am trying to remember the Latin names as garden centres, rather snottily sometimes, do not recognise their vulgar names.
Had Tea by Skype with D, P, S and L. All in Sussex except for me. They are planning a visit once this is all over.
Other than that had a very lazy day, cutting out cardboard circles for my trees and shrubs as anti-grass devices. Feeling daunted by the new hedge clippers.
THE CREEKSIDE HERMIT 