Two SoSing weeks on the trot, I must be on track for a gold star on the The Prop’s chart of Shame and Glory. The cold and crisp has been replaced by the damp and dreary and, although I have had countless flights of imagination, I haven’t done any actual gardening. Still, these things can’t be rushed. Shall we tootle on?
First, we have a Buzz Lightyear ball that was in the garden when we arrived and doesn’t belong to nextdoor. Now it is ours. Apparently, “Possession is nine tenths of the law”, is that actually true? Anyway, it acts as an ice breaker on our water reservoir and has proved very useful over the last couple of weeks.
Next, a scabious, yet to be planted out, that is having a mini flowering flurry. Scabby little flowers, which is appropriate for a scabious, I suppose. Still, it always good to see a flower at this time of year, adds to the delicious anticipation of spring.
This tatty bookshelf is going to become my plant shelf. All I’ve got to do is go to the shop, choose some paint, buy some paint, find the brushes and sandpaper and turps and suchlike, prepare the item, paint the item. See you next year.
The hydrangea cutting from Ilfracombe is producing some fine looking shoots from the bottom of the plant. This makes me very happy. Big chunky shoots, what would be better?
Not content with two bird feeders we have now have three. I am very pleased to report that our avian count has increased this week, with a lone blue tit and a glossy starling visiting the feeders. The sparrow mob and inadequate robin are still in town. Great tele.
Finally, as the great Prop would say if he thought about it, “always finish with a pretty one”. Leaves a sweet taste. Here is a darling little cyclamen, flowering its socks off.
All done for another week. Take care and stay safe, my friends.