It has been a disruptive week. I am disrupted. Bits all over the place.
Betwixt and between I have half an hour to spare. What better use of this time than attempting a Six on Saturday. I mean if Mr K can fell and dispose of a 15m length of leylandii and still contribute to The Propagator’s weekly assignment surely I can make the effort. So this is it. My disrupted effort.
Firstly we have scaffolding. But you probably guessed that one. They arrived yesterday morning. One jolly, one with the demeanour of the devil. That is just what I need in my life, I thought, another grumpy man. They took out the front window and passed the uprights and crosses and planks and mud through out house. Then it rained. And galed. And we dashed to cover and recover TV and books and chairs and grabbed paintings from the walls and watched our home implode. Then they put the window back and we tided up. All was well. Until they come back to take it down again.
All my pots have been shoved, unceremoniously, into corners and alleys. Many are out of reach, watering is not feasible, or my occasional tootling and worrying and nosing about. One of which has, by luck, found its way to the front of the corral is a garden centre rescuee, a “no label”. This is when a little bit of knowledge comes in handy, and as you know a little bit is all I possess. I was a little bit smug when this dark double auricula started to flower. This is my glory shot. Perhaps I should have saved it for later.
Now we have the “cosmos that will not flower but is actually considering it now”. Cheers mate. About time.
Next a begonia. These are not my favourite. I would not choose them, but OH thinks they are reliable and long flowering and trouble-free, all of which is true. We must remember that it is not my garden, it is our garden. This of course troubles me on occasion, but I have decided to keep OH for the meantime and therefore the begonias must also remain.
Another compromise, the pyracantha. Prickly and painful. But admittedly the fruit is both beautiful and worthy.
Lastly a garden stalwart, an anonymous fuchsia, which without care or attention returns each year with flowers aplenty. No showstopper, but a fine spear carrier.
That is your lot. Which is just as well because that half hour passed and things have been done and fine folk celebrated in the meantime. Now I have returned and am ready to switch it all off. Thanks The Prop for your continuing propping. Until next time ……