november 11

 

Oh frabjous day !! Callooh, Callay!!.  The rowan tree has pink flowers.  Not common around here, so again I think I inherit the thoughtfulness and skill of my predecessor.

I can see the tree from my bed, which is a gift appreciated by, those, who like me have to spend too much time there.








In  keeping with the day, it was special to find some tiny remembrance day poppies flowering through the cracks in the concrete.





Things have changed.  With help, I have created a large bed around the virgilia.  We started spreading the clay dug from around the house which we sprinkled with lime.  Next, a thick layer of cardboard and paper [all that packaging from the move was useful].  On top, a thickish layer of yummy compost. 

The result was a choclatey bed waiting for anything to grow in it.  I overdid things a bit trying to get my seeds in, before the wind blown ones get to take all the space. I managed to plant a few of each of the seeds I had, but I was so tired by then I could barely think.  I am not sure what is planted where, but it should be fun seeing things as they come up.

I do know where I planted the zucchini. Tiger, who loves the warmth of the soil, is sitting far too close to the tiny emerging plant.

I have also been able to collect the pots my sister gave to me.  Gradually I should be able to include them into the garden.  For now they sit hopefully, being snowed on by the petals of the snowball tree.  And I feel hopeful, too, with things growing around me.  And the strength to sit outside and enjoy them.