Today was the first day of my horticultural year. Although I cannot claim to have physically skipped out of the front door this morning, I was mentally frolicking. Shiny and eager to get going again, refreshed and rejuvenated. And it was wonderful. At Nancy Nightingales’ we finished digging out the new beds, extending the Loch Ness monster border to completion. Even the rubble filled soil, which on occasion seemed more like hardcore, didn’t bring the mood down. True there was some hail and rain, but there was also plenty of sun and singing to counteract the negatives. Needless to say I was less shiny by the end of the day. It didn’t seem natural to be that clean. Normal service has been resumed.
I nearly stood on Leopard Man on the way to the stack the turf, so I relocated him to a safer spot. Here he can guard the cyclamen and emerging bulbs.