Bang! Spring has sprung

Bang! Spring has sprung

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Spring has really sprung

Good evening. It’s really difficult to write this evening – I’m shattered. As Beth Chatto says in Garden Notebook ‘Even keeping up a scrappy diary becomes difficult when the sap rises.’ But I don’t want you to miss anything and as the weather warms, there’s a frenzy of activity here in the garden. I had to make an early trip to the garden centre for seeds and supplies and decided to take some rubbish to the tip enroute as I like to kill several birds with one stone. That necessitated taking the van. There are three interesting things here. 1. I’ve not driven the van further than a mile before 2. There were two huge fridges in the back 3. I had no idea where the recycling centre was.

The clanging and crashing coming from the unsecured load as I tackled the sharpest corners in Suffolk was certainly ‘interesting.’ When I arrived at the tip (after gaining directions from a garage assistant who admitted she didn’t know left from right) I was so triumphant that when a pink plastic lamp was fished out of the innards of the largest chest fridge (don’t ask when, what or why) and the operative muttered in a very serious tone ‘small appliance’ it seemed like the funniest thing in the world. Such are the things which lurk mysteriously in the undergrowth of BE.

Breaking news from the Peach House…the fattest goldfish has been caught!!! Finally after several attempts on a daily basis, Benjy snagged him with the aid, not of a fishing net, but in true BE style, a fruit catcher. I am delighted to report that there are now a shoal of three swimming around happily in the expansive galvanised Victorian water tank beside the potting shed.

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Finally! the fat Peach House fish is caught…

More lilies and nerines went in today before we began the sunflowers. But no job here is ever straightforward. Given my broad bean losses to mice and several horrific encounters with snails – not to mention other vermin – the Victorian glasshouse is the only space available for my propagation. Martin did a sterling job of patching it up yesterday, so all that was left was to…well, wash the glass, remove stale soil, take out rotting collapsed wood, brush, brush and brush some more. Then, start sowing broad beans, again.

Just in case you are wondering what 100 year old soil looks like…here it is:

Brent Eleigh Walled Garden

Goodbye, old soil…

a cleaner, tidier glasshouse.

Hello new propagators and seeds in a MUCH cleaner, tidier glasshouse.

Before I go, I must recount an amusing little story for you (not me!) I was rushing around a builders merchant on Saturday morning rather distractedly, as I had children in tow. My mission was to choose two ladders for an apple pruning day we’re having next week. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. When the pair arrived today, one looked slightly odd beneath its plastic wrapper. It appeared to have a large safety handle which seemed like a bonus, but odd, slightly flimsy rungs. On closer inspection I read the label which boldly stated, ‘loft ladder.’

 

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Always happy planting and look, no coat!

 

 

 

 

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