My birthday week...
My birthday week has been absolutely wonderful - a beautiful balance of music, friends, family, and garden. I am blessed. And I have a new friend : a tame sparrow who pokes around with me in the Pond Paddock Gardens. I am reliably informed (by AI) that sparrows are opportunistic omnivores...
Daffodils in the grass
Yesterday I planted out the last of the daylily clumps, then weeded around the Herb Spiral and along the rhubarb patch. Then I moved to the Pond Paddock Garden, spent two hours (lots of stones to remove from the planting holes) planting the new Pittosporums. Nice work, nicely timed - the cold southerly blew in just as I was finished.
My birthday week isn't finished yet. My present from Non-Gardening Partner, a load of garden mix for the veggie garden, will be here tomorrow. Today is shearing day. We have a very small merino flock now, though thanks to a fence-jumping neighbouring ram there may be some late additions!
Absolutely beautiful...
And how is the birthday garden? Absolutely beautiful, in my eyes, and they are the eyes that matter. I'm happy with my new pots of blooming daffodils. I'm proud of my tidy-ups.
More Spring Blossom
So what if I haven't finished pruning the roses? I love the spring blossom that's just starting. I love the forget-me-nots and the Honesty. Yes. Love, love, love it all.
Jurys Yellow Camellias
Later...
One hour's work in the shearing shed for me. Then I zoomed home and got into the garden. The big flowering cherry tree in the Driveway Garden is in blossom, so I weeded and tidied in the Hump Garden nearby. Also started to 'rough prune' the Mansize Camellia (that's its name). Not quite sure what I'm doing. The oft quoted 'so a bird can fly through it' doesn't really help. I'm thinking a random clip and a bag of horse manure underneath can't do too much harm.
Darling David...
Started work on the Hump garden path and its immediate garden edges. Came across the rose David Thompson, who I'd dug out some months ago, pruned drastically, and put in a pot. Darling man! There he was, busily sprouting. I was so happy - usually when I do this to a rose it dies.
Then my day fizzled out. Left a barrowful of wet weeds, and lots of others lying around on the path. Oh well. Tomorrow.