Yet another list!
Pond Cottage
Daughter, she who helps me write amazing lists, has returned. So I took her around the Hump Garden. We looked at the paths, talked about which plants needed shifting, and so on. And yes - I wrote yet another list. Surely lists are like roses - one can never have too many of them?
X-treme Bed Gardening...
About 3am I woke up in my cottage bed and started rethinking all my ideas. I planned, I visualised, I dug out all the squashed roses, I re-routed paths, I even shifted Phormiums - all in my mind.
And guess what? No way could I get back to sleep. This was X-treme Bed Gardening, and I was on a roll. Aargh!
Monday 10th July
This morning the gardens are wet and misty, and I feel very dozy. The clarity of my bedtime garden design has been dulled by reality. A path right around the whole area? Really?
Pseudopanax
An encircling path? Hours and hours of bottom-dragging, swathes and swathes of periwinkle removal, promising myself that I'll keep it clear... Oh really?
Path pondering...
A path can provide access for mundane things like weeding and trimming. But it can also be a journey for exploration and observation. Can a path integrate a series of garden areas? Should it even try? Perhaps it should simply link them, which is not necessarily the same thing.
Periwinkle Flower
Four hours later...
Hee hee. First of all I finished the items on an older list. I dug the last of the Allotment Garden roses out - including a second Munstead Wood, which I wish would grow properly. Put them in pots, with labels. I've thrown the two Graham Thomas roses onto the bonfire - they were in sorry state, and I can easily buy in new ones.
And then onto the newer list. Off I went into the Hump Garden, and immediately got down on my bottom to re-route a path. As usual, this took absolutely ages. Shifted two ill-positioned recycled roses, replanted them out in the open. Binned another couple which just weren't really growing. Made a start on the lower encircling path, found some logs for edges. Dug out loads of periwinkle. Then for variety, and to keep mentally alert, I went off to weed another path.
Too many lists?
I enjoyed myself for four hours, and everything is cleaned up, tools put away. There is certainly no such thing as too many roses (though I should apologise to Graham Thomas), but I do wonder if there is such a thing as too many lists. It's quite confusing for the gardening, not knowing which one to try and finish first.