Peter Rabbit, Rambling Roses, Guacomole

Today, I went to my favourite independent garden centre and bought this for the Floramorium…

…a little stone Peter Rabbit, complete with bunch of carrots. There were three bunny ornaments from which to choose but the other two were wearing little dresses, which seemed ludicrous. Peter Rabbit came home with me, then, and is now perched above where Sidney is laid to rest.

I purchased, also, eight lavender plants for the border beneath the front window, a penknife, some hormone rooting gel, and two ‘cor-blimey-how-much?’ black metal rose supports for the rambling roses ‘Shropshire Lass’ and ‘Mortimer Sackler’. It was touch and go whether they would fit into my tiny red car to bring them home but I was determined not to be beaten and with a bit of wriggling and jiggling I was saved the embarrassment of having to return to the pay desk and ask for a refund. ‘Rambling Rector’ who sits between the other two roses has, however, gone beyond being supported by a standard frame and needs something bespoke to lean against. It has gone berserk, which I think is unbecoming behaviour for a member of the clergy.

Meanwhile, in the greenhouse there’s a lot of action occurring on the flower seedling front. My cheapo seed purchases from Aldi are doing well and are almost ready for pricking out…

I sowed these two and a half weeks ago. Not bad, eh? The basil is also doing well. It’s only the chilli peppers which are being reluctant to germinate which doesn’t actually bother me because I don’t like chilli peppers and only grow them for the benefit of others. The flowers, however, are all about ME!!

Lord Malarkey has completed the task of removing the tree-house from the goat willow. It’s been disintegrating bit by bit as the tree has grown, so had reached the end of its natural life anyway. Here is Nell staring at the gap the tree house has left behind…

On the way home from the garden centre, I pass a sign just like this…

It makes me shout ‘Guacomole!’

Every time.

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