Rain, forcing strawberries and I found a frog
10:57:00Yesterday morning, amid the boom of crow scarers (they never mention those in films about the countryside) and the clamour of a cat really wanting in was the tinny voice from the radio, warning of doom and gloom in the distance. Rain, rain, rain allll afternoon, they said. So, yesterday was one of those days where I was rushing around, trying to blitz whatever chore I was doing and never wandering too far from the nearest form of shelter. I did get a lot done though:
The flat shrubby thing that I was trying sooo hard to ignore has gone. Don't feel bad for it. It was half rotten and taking up valuable fruit-growing wall space and it fought back with thin whippy branches and tough tangled roots. It's carpet of very pretty but invasive bluebells has been re-located somewhere safe, together with the frog that appeared when I prised out the knot of root tangles. My 'Peregrine' peach now finally has a home, having been plopped in one of the plastic pots and largely forgotten except for watering times (photos will follow, but it's sulking now and looks well boring. Here's a frog instead).
Frogginton |
When strawberries attack; the predassors of this plant arrived on my door-step as a bundle of innocent looking roots. Three years on and they'd thrived and divided themselves, throwing out runners and growing everywhere. When the situation was taken into hand I'd given everyone in the immediate area plants but there was one final clump left. I'd long since run out of pots but did have a one receptical in the back of the cupboard. It was large enough, I'd never used it and it did have excellent drainage.
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