Home time - I'm on my way - almost - from misery to happiness today and I'll actually arrive back in the light instead of the dark so I can take a good look round the garden before I even get to go inside. Normally I have to look round under the security lights and can only really check to see if the plants are still there or if the bunny mowers have taken them. I then have to wait until the next morning (usually late as I love sleeping late when I'm back in the big (super king) sized double bed that is still warm in the morning. This isn't a good trait for a gardeners as we are supposed to be up at the crack of dawn but I'm afraid I'm a night owl - always have been, always will be.... till I have to make my living at it.) to go out and check the damage from pests/weeds.
Jiurie tells me that she wants to be a full time gardener now - we have a convert! - and that she's been keeping up with the weeding. Also she's been moving plants in and out of the greenhouse (though she did get the hardening off the wrong way round for a few night - plants in the garden during the day in the greenhouse during the night - not the other way round). I'm expecting the garden to be like something out of "Better Homes and Garden" but I know that it more likely to be like something out of Mad Max - especially over the fence where the giant hogweeds are gaining a hold in their battle against the nettles , the docks, the willowherb and the nightshade. But hope springs eternal and I'm sure that it will be a restful three weeks in the sun with barely a kiss of rain (except when planting out) with all my fuchsia cuttings springing up (90:10 odds that they are all rotted), my pricked out seedings standing straight and true, my seeds in the propagator lush and strong and all's well with the world.
At Casa Frary
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