Thanks to a post from Ryans Garden some weeks ago alerting us to the bargains at Poundland, I ventured there again yesterday. The garden section has an abundance of tat, but you don’t have to look too hard to discover some bargains. I was not tempted by the pottery turtle holding a windmill, the wobbly ladybirds or a frog on a toadstool, but the packets of bulbs at a £1 each and the fruit plants did make me part with my money. I bought 35 Gladioli bulbs and 2 raspberry canes “Malling Promise” ready for harvesting early Summer. I was concerned that I may have just spent £2 on two dead sticks. This morning, I unwrapped them, ready for a good soak before planting, and was happy to see new shoots. If successful, I will have plenty of berries for an initial outlay of £2. Now that is what I call a bargain.
My weekend job was to dig over some of the ruined lawn in order to make a bed to plant the raspberries and my long promised vegetable bed. Regardless of the weather, with a strong wind blowing straight up from the coast and very fine, wetting rain, like a woman on a mission, I was not deterred. Suitably dressed, armed with a plank, to make straight lines, a spade and a fork, I headed towards the lawn. It wasn’t too long before it dawned on me that I had taken on a bigger job than expected.
I don’t know why I do these things! Like a bull in a china shop I started the task without much forethought. I marked out the bed and began to remove the turf. The wet soil, which had been compacted under a lawn for years, slowly turned into plasticine, it stuck to my boots, my gloves became muddy and slippery and the soil stuck to the spade making it heavy to use. I always thought I was fairly fit, but I was exhausted before I had even dug over half of the bed. I also discovered that there is a solid strata of soil about a spade depth down which is going to need a lot of turning and copious amounts of compost to make it viable soil for growing fruit and veg.
So, wet, cold, tired and dispondent, I gave in (for the time being anyway) and opted to take some photos instead. With boots caked in mud, I slid across the patio towards the house to collect my camera – the idea of a new blog post in my head, seemed much more interesting than battling with plasticine in the rain. Having finished this post, I may just go out again and have another go, but a trip to the garden centre for some organic manure is calling. It may be a another week before the raspberries are in their new home. Meanwhile enjoy the photos.
Primroses are so pretty and these ones in a pot by the patio are a sure sign that Spring is just around the corner. The Helebores love being tucked under the Choysia and appear every year.