On recent mornings, when I go up the garden to feed my binky bunnies, Edith and Sidney, who live in the orchard, I take a moment to squeeze the plums. They are ALMOST ready. Not quite, but almost. We are in for a good crop this year. Plums are alternate in their cropping - good year, poor year, good year, poor year. This year will be a good year…
We shall eat some raw, freeze some, make some into pies and crumbles. No custard though. Because that will just make a lovely plum-based pudding taste of custard, and what is the point in that? Bleurgh….
Apart from plum squeezing, the other point of excitement for me has been watching the progress being made by Himself Lord Malarkey, Chief Potting Shed Builder. And (drum roll please…) here is the final product! (Well, as Andy said, it’s final until you tell me it needs something else putting in it…)
Isn’t it lovely? Hand crafted by Himself with minimal injuries to His Person. What a star! Rustic and unique, as befitting our countryside garden. It even has little solar lights in case I want to do any potting in the middle of the night. Unlikely, but you never know.
This is a stacking system for all my little pots of which there are many. Usually I stack them in the greenhouse and invariably they fall over if I stack them too high in order to keep their use of floor space to a minimum. And sometimes that makes me swear, which is both a common and unladylike habit. I am educated to degree level in English Literature. I am a writer, for chuff’s sake. I always remind myself that there are better words to use than grubby profanities.
Perspex roof and window to allow in light so I can use the bench to start seedlings on. A hanging thingummy to hang thingummies on.
A potting bench, just out of shot below the handy shelf. An old ladder turned into more shelving. A decorative hanging pot for tool storage.
And the view standing inside looking out across some grass to the orchard, with the greenhouse to the side. How good is the hornbeam hedge looking, eh? We planted that the first Christmas we were here so it has gone from little two feet high whips to a full, thick, eight feet high hedge in just over five years.I’ve seen wrens bobbing around in there this year. This is how I know the hedge has come of age. I shall be even happier if the bird population deems it suitable to nest in!
I shall move stuff into Potting Corner in due course. I shall probably add little embellishments of my own. Like a deckchair, maybe. It has space enough for a deckchair. Which will be lovely in the late Spring and early Summer because to one side of the shed is the lavender bed and to the other side, a run of lilac trees. Mmmmmmm…..
Another job jobbed. Thank you, Lord Malarkey!
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