Off The Edge Gardening

Why would you want to work on a treacherous slope, which steeply falls away onto a busy road noisy with coaches and lorries, on any old day?  Far better to save that treat for when you can do it in persistent blustery rain and you have left your waterproof trousers in the car at the top of the hill.  Seems like I’m back on the edge again.

As I spent most of my time trying to stay upright and not step back to admire my work, there are no photos today’s work.  So instead here is a magnificent dark leaved rhody, enjoying the rain a little more than I did.

My dear mama always says of me “you do one job and make half a dozen others”.   You might think this a little harsh, but it is generally true.

Last week I noticed an uninvited colony of greenfly on one of our roses.  You may think this means that we have many specimens, we have two.  Fifty per cent aphid rate.  I halfheartedly squished a few, but realising the extent of the infestation, and having a gap in my oh so busy itinerary, I decided to make a garlic spray to zap the little blighters.  So I crushed some cloves in a Kilner jar, poured over boiling water and set it aside to seep.

After a pint of piña colada and a snooze in the hammock I returned to examine my alchemy.  How bizarre, it seems to have turned blue!  Well that is a turn up for the books.

Just as any Totally Modern Minnie would do, I checked out this strange phenomenon in the well thumbed pages of the Encyclopedia Google.   And what did I discover?  The sulphur in the garlic reacts with copper in the water, creating a greenish blue hue.  Wonderful, except …… do we really want copper in our drinking water?

So I messaged our water company and spoke to a very nice Water Quality Scientist called Adam. His customer relation skills were outstanding.  His powers of humouring exemplary.  No giggling when I told him about the aphids, no chortling at the garlic solution, no guffawing when I mentioned “blue”.  I thought it best to keep the piña colada to myself.   He admitted it was the first time he had had a call like this, but said that on occasion people call to tell of water running blue from the taps.  I felt like a lightweight.  Apparently copper can be present in relatively large quantities in our domestic supplies without ill effect.   My mind was set to rest.

As a reward for his kindness, I left him with a top tip, telling him how to treat his greenfly problem if ever he should get one.  He did his best, but still managed to sound distinctly underwhelmed.  It was all I had to give.

 

I have bought a new lens for my posh camera.  So I can look closer.  And be more personal.  It is not however a posh lens.  In fact it was quite cheap.  Possibly too cheap.  We will see.  It may involve practice and patience.  Oh dear.

For those of you bored by yet more bluebells, to liven things up a little, I have invited a guest star to the tableau.

Drum roll please …..

At great personal expense (two apples) and especially for your delectation, here is the lovely Pip to further enhance the already splendid scene.  He is looking very fetching in a matching 80% dark chocolate brown mane, tail and coat set.

I hope you all agree, it is a very pleasing combination.

An interesting start to my day.

I was driving along in my automobile, my baby beside me at the wheel.  That last bit isn’t true.  I was all by myself, heartily accompanying “Daniel O’Donnell Sings Iron Maiden”. Mind you, one is never alone with the big O’D.  If my memory serves me correctly, at the time he was doing a fine job of a Gaelic version of The Number of the Beast.

But I digress, let’s get back to the tale in hand.

I was on my way to the Mantle Estate, enjoying the scenery and wishing I could whistle, when I spotted a fat little lamb jammed between a gorse bush and the fence.  So I did what any good citizen would do, no not film it and put it on social media, I attempted to help the innocent chap.  I screeched to a halt (after having a bit of a ponder and checking my mirrors beforehand), leapt out of my car like a springbok, did a judo roll whilst changing into my Wonder Woman outfit (which has been languishing in my car boot for such an occasion), arriving at the poor distressed mite with a “ta da!”.  He was so overcome with emotion all he could say was baaaaaaaaaa.

Releasing Larry was the easy bit.  This involved a technique similar to the one implemented when I got caught in the turnstiles after the 2012 Kemacott United v Mortehoe Town derby.  A very disturbing incident, I still have dreadful nightmares.  After extensive research this accident was thought to be caused by one too many pasty sandwiches.  As I had no goose fat on me, a rooky mistake I know, we had to forgo that stage.  Still it worked.  He was liberated from his thorny prison.

Then the trouble began.  He did not want to return to whence he had come.  If you were being generous you would say his mother was nonplussed, I would say she was verging on the disinterested.  So I chased, I cajoled.  I strongly suggested the enormous gap below the gate as an entry solution whilst he preferred to stick his head through the wire, getting stuck again.  I even shoved a little.

At this critical point a hero arrived to help me in my endeavour.  That is if an old men in woolly hats that look at you in a skewy way are your idea of a superhero.  Woolly Hat Man, it has a certain ring to it.  After the obligatory “where you live then?” he picked the little blighter up and chucked him, unceremoniously, over the fence.

Right, then, best be off.

We may now be engaged to be married.

You can all be bridesmaids.

My kind of lawn.