lady's name on everyone's lips this week has been Doris, her imminent
arrival has caused excitement all over the country, she wasn't
coming over here to visit just one person - no, she was coming
to see us all!
of like a late February Father Christmas!
what I heard she appeared to be a rather untidy lady, a bit messy
even but I took stories of her habit of leaving a trail of destruction
behind her with a large pinch of salt, I mean ladies just don't
do that do they?
another subject entirely - have you noticed it's been a bit windy
recently? Sorry, I digress.
again. When I was in the kitchen this morning preparing my daily
breakfast I couldn't help noticing that it was a sunny day, it
could even have been a good drying day for the washing. Murphy's
Law again! Blast! I did the washing yesterday.
quite enough of my domestic secrets.
me take you back to last year, you see I had this garden with
lots of shrubs in it and they were all growing very well, so much
so that they all seemed to be hugging each other, and all that
was making it very difficult for the Montbretia in its greedy
quest for more territory. The creeping buttercup and the bindweed
were not getting much of a chance either. I had been trying to
rationalise things for some years now but I am not one of those
gardeners who can spend his time nurturing flowers.
can't eat flowers, and that is my problem. Unless it is edible
I can't raise enthusiasm.
last year I pulled everything out, yes I'm not kidding, everything
went. I had been thinking of doing it for some time but had been
put off by the fact that it would be a lot of work and also the
fact that there was a large Berberis bush that had a spiteful
habit of attacking me with its thorns. I started on the easy end
and really enjoyed it. The last thing to go was the Berberis and
with the help of long-handled loppers and with an equally long-handled
axe I even got the stumps out.
like a lumberjack, but I didn't care!
I sat down with a refreshing glass of Guinness and pondered what
I would do next, no that's not true because I knew just what I
was going to put in.
is a nursery in
Bangor that specialises in old and rare Welsh apple trees
and I had room for 20 trees grown like cordons. I had chosen some
cookers, eaters and cider apples making sure that I had a good
mixture of ones to eat straight away and others that would keep
over the winter. I could even end up having a fruit stall on the
pavement outside the house, but that is looking to the future
- there will be no fruit for at least four years.
until the November delivery date to erect the posts, wire them
and attach the bamboo guides. Normally I would have left all that
to the last minute but I was so driven by my enthusiasm that I
had it all done in a few days. In November the bundles arrived
and I carefully planted them and tied them to the bamboos with
getting back to today, as there was no washing to do and Doris
had not yet called I was inspired to tidy up the earth around
the apple trees. Nature doesn't like gaps and has a huge arsenal
of weeds at its disposal to fill up any spaces. Out went all the
plantain, creeping buttercup, persistent Montbretia and odd clumps
of grass. Finally all was tidy so I sat in the warm sun (yes really)
with a drink and admired my work. I was pleased. The postman had
been with a parcel of books that I had ordered so I sat in the
cosy conservatory to dip into a book about the history of Cardiganshire.
Spring is on the way!
is that the doorbell? Yes it is! I expect that will be Doris!
I wonder what she's like?