I’ve actually been gardening. In November. Yes, I surprised myself, too.
I look out my window at the moment and am decidedly uninspired to potter about in the garden. It’s wet and damp and most of the colour has fled. But, a plant delivery that I’d placed back in August arrived, so needs must, and my lawn was irritating me. The Husband had given it it’s ‘final mow’ in September, but I had an inkling that that may have simply been it’s ‘penultimate mow’. With this week being the last for garden waste collections, and with Harry our hound tentatively stepping out there, lest he got any of his body wet on the grass, it felt right to do it once more. So I did. And it took a long time! My mum, bless her, planted up my new acquisitions (some toad lillies, a peony, and a rose – I so needed another rose!) whilst I mowed. And the mower jammed and clogged. I stopped, cleaned it out then mowed again. The mower jammed and clogged. I stopped, cleaned it out and then mowed again – you get the picture! The ground was very wet, the grass pretty long, but it’s done now, and looks so much better, especially as it cleared up some fallen leaves, too.
Looking at the flowers, it’s all about the pinks and purples out there now…
My cut flower patch now looks more green and brown than anything else, though I know I’ve planted a whole load of bulbs in there, and will add seeds come springtime, so it still makes me smile when I look at it. And I love to see all of my climbers doing so well around the garden, and you can see a couple of them on the fence here. Oh, and Little Man happily photo bombing!
It was surprisingly, freakishly mild when I was doing all of this, and if it continues, I suspect my bulbs and plants will all be getting confused, so who knows what I’ll see out there soon!
How’s your garden growing?