Never Too Late

I'm at a bit of a loss. Things here, are not like they were in my thirty years of gardening in Australia. But it's never too late to learn and I have enlisted much help from a professional gardener called Simon who lives in the village and he has already worked wonders with the lawn, some smaller beds and the wilting trees which so badly needed planting out.

At the bottom of the garden the weeds had taken advantage of the warmer weather and had grown about a metre high. The fruit trees have been planted out in gaps along the wall so that they will grow and hide some of it. There are other fruits...pear, rhubarb, gooseberry and raspberry in that corner of the garden so an expanding orchard is on its way. The four new trees are apple, pear, cherry and plum. They are blossoming well and I'm remembering to water them deeply every few days. The rest of the weeds can wait.




There were some more trees which have been planted along the southern street wall. The wall looks fairly bare from the street side and I wanted trees which would grow tall and show over the top, so some of the trailing roses were dug out and the Rowan, Medlar and Walnut replaced them.

There are some interesting flowering plants around the beds but I shall have to wait till they flower to see which ones to take cuttings of. I like repetition of plants. It seems to draw a large space together.

This narrow bed beside the kitchen wall and close to the flagged area was overgrown with weeds and Simon has stripped it back and planted some wilting munstead lavender which had arrived by post and been forgotten by me. I keep watering them but I'm not very optimistic about the lavender hedge becoming a reality.

I also found some fuschias under a cloche in the waist high weeds in the vegetable garden. These will make a nice hedge but first I want to get the stumps grubbed out of this bed at the side of the flagged area. Simon is tracking down a "man with a machine". There are quite a few stumps around the place and they can all be got rid of at once.

And better late than never, I also treated the facade of the house to some new net curtains. It takes away some of the bleakness that the grey stone and the large windows produce.

This means that a visit from a window cleaner is needed. The sun and pretty white curtains show up the smears and spots. A bloke from round the corner will call soon and give a quote. I know he will because his wife said so on the phone. "Oh!" she said "The big house on the green". "Yes" I said rather gloomily, knowing that big house=big bill.

Cheers for now Gillian