10 Nov A HIVE OF ACTIVITY
What a hive of activity the walled garden has become this week! The bees were literally (we have a hive full and its warm) and metaphorically buzzing here.
Over the weekend we got a two new deliveries. Wonderful well rotted manure, which is light and fluffy, full of worms, doesn’t smell and generally just amazing and then there’s Belinda…
Tony was singularly unimpressed. While Adrian and I worried over the instruction manual seeking ways of turning her left and right, he simply suggested taking the back two wheels off to make her more like a wheelbarrow. Of course he was right. We struggled to get her round the narrow box hedging and the effort to turn her was far greater than with the nimble agility of a wheelbarrow. In the end we resorted to using the traditional method of spreading muck.
Meanwhile Tony was busy pruning raspberries, gooseberries and blackcurrants with his new secateurs that he bought at the weekend. He dropped his old Felco’s in the garden somewhere and none of us can find them. Still, he assures me that the same happened a couple of years ago and they turned up months later in the flower borders. Felco’s are the Rolls Royce of secateurs and that’s the thing, most of us only have two or three pairs in a lifetime because all of the parts can be replaced and the blades sharpened.
Two enthusiastic workmen arrived today to look at the assortment of glasshouses. Both were really positive about what could be done and so I might have some more news to report on that soon!
With all the hustle and bustle of setting up the infrastructure I got a real hankering to be growing. So today, I bought the first packets of seed! Its a secret what they are and we have no electricity on site as yet, so there’s no guarantee of germination. But I have a corner in mind and a plan.
As I wrote the work diary this evening in the failing light I thought I would share the scene with you. Just a storm lantern, some shelled winter broad beans ready for planting and silence. In this atmosphere I wondered, perhaps Belinda will grow on us. After all, she’s a bit like a rock singer at a classical carol concert, poor thing.