APRIL 2016

BLOOMING DOLLOPS  OF DAFFODILS

My she-shed gets a vase of sunshine too.
My she-shed gets a vase of sunshine too.
From planting to vase three months. Amazing
From planting to vase: three months. Amazing

The first thing that everyone notices at the beginning of spring are daffodils, and the more the merrier. I am completely chuffed that the ones I planted. Even though I was far to late (like January instead of October) they have actually flowered. I wasn’t expecting much as they had missed out on three months in the ground. But they are here now and looking beautiful.
Daffs on wall rackBut was not only the big bag that was in the sale at Dobbies for £5 that are impressive, but also some cute miniature Tete-e-Tete that I got from Lidl. These look splendid on the wall rack outside of my kitchen.

Broad beans showing their winter bloomers
Its not only the daffodils that are doing it but my broad beans are flashing too.

Black and white and striped all over.
Black and white and striped all over.

Seed babiesThe business of the seeds
It really is thrilling raising such tiny things. Then they turn into something beautiful to feed our bellies and our soul. So here we are: the seeds….

But the seeds need space and so a huge sort out of the greenhouse was required. This where the potting bench comes into its own. An inspection of a collection of succulents, with some tricky watering needs, were attended to. My succulent wreath has survived two winters now and looking very healthy.
So everything came out, got picked over, watered or binned. This was great to get organized in the greenhouse and created even more space for more seedlings.

Succulents thriving, the babies clambering over the parents.
Succulents thriving, the babies clambering over the parents.
Upcycled from an old bookcase the potting bench is a useful holding bay for plants.
Up-cycled from an old bookcase the potting bench is a useful holding bay for plants.
The lesser-spotted frying pan has landed.
The lesser-spotted frying pan has landed.

Then there’s the crappy stuff…
I’m tired of complaining about the horrid nine year old vandal that rampages over the allotments. I have rehearsed many an angry row that has never materialized. But… RESULT!!!! The manager finally told the parents to move the goalposts and no more ball games. Horrray!!! But I do seem to now get frying pans and baseball bats.

Digging Yes its toil, that soil. Those weeds must go. It’s proper hard work and when it’s done there’s always a before and after photo…

Only one more bed to go...
Only one more bed to go…

A blog about my gardening exploits to inspire, even if its looking like its all about go wrong. (Which it does, alot)

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