Wonderful dahlias...
The dahlias are filling my garden with wonderful flower colours - I am so glad I grow them. Memo to self : all the self-sown ones growing in silly places could be dug out and replanted. Sensible? Reward them for growing without making a fuss?
Dahlias in the Hump Garden
Actually, that could be today's first task. If I've got the time to write about 'it', then I've got the time to do 'it'. I'll trim them, naturally, and who knows? They may reflower before the growing season finishes.
Pretty Dahlia
Lunchtime...
I am hopeless. Didn't shift any dahlias. It was supposed to rain, so I decided to do a bit of bonfiring first. Plodded off to get some loads, walked past a large sprawling Cream Delight Phormium which was not so delightful - it needed trimming.
Worse!
Worse! It needed deconstructing. Fans were falling over, some had reverted to the species. It was a big sprawling mess. So I sat down and took it to pieces. Then I lit the bonfire (it started to rain) and collected stuff from behind the cottage.
But hang on a minute. This doesn't mean that I am hopeless at all. It simply means that I am attuned to the weather, able to use my eyes, and make instant garden decisions. Three amazing attributes for a good gardener to have.
Back in the house, had a toast-making breakthrough. Ciabattas are wide and vertically thin. It is much easier to produce slices that fit in the toaster if the ciabatta stands on its thin side to be cut. I have never, ever thought of that before. Wow! A day of amazing revelations.
Later...
Aha! It stopped raining, so I went back outside. I kept on bonfiring. I sort of cleaned up my latest Phormium mess.
More Phormium Mess
Did I dig up any misplaced dahlias? Nope. Ignored that internal memo. Cleaned and trimmed the Cream Delight divisions which I will replant somewhere - maybe in a pot. The rain returned, so I stopped. Fair enough.