November 17th, 2019

countrygirl

Garden madness

I suppose all gardeners are slightly mad but it seems that when you’re over seventy, you get madder than ever. The temperature first thing this morning was below freezing, but I was determined to plant up some violas I’d bought yesterday. After all, it might pour with rain tomorrow. So, first I got dressed up: hat, hand knitted cowl, enormous fisherman’s socks (had them for years), which will go over my thick hand knitted socks and my jeans. As a result of these sensible precautions, the only parts of me to get cold were my knees.
This trough had geraniums in for the summer. First, I had to pick out a lot of hawthorn berries because I don’t want a little hawthorn forest there. Then top up the compost. Then I jammed in the violas. I expect you’d rather see a photo of me guyed up in my winter gardening outfit but bad luck, here’s the trough.



Now I have something pretty to look at from the window until the daffodils flower (they’re shooting already). I also have a Skimmia and a Sarcocca in pots for winter interest in the same area. If the slugs eat my violas, I’ll be rather cross but they seem to prefer pansies. After I’d put everything away, I noticed another little job to do …