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Poppy Days

 

I sowed some poppies in pots a couple of months ago and in the last few days they have popped into bloom. The photo doesn’t do the vibrancy of the colours justice but they are wonderful and make me smile every time I see them. They are also very resilient, given they’ve been beaten by heavy rains and winds in the last few days. 

I spent all morning in the garden, beating back the latest crop of undergrowth that has been horribly persistent in this Spring and Summer of heat, rain, heat, rain. The Autumn raspberries have been rescued from nettles and docks, I’ve pruned back some of the hawthorn, hornbeam and privet hedges, and weeded the courtyard rose bed. The weather is supposed to be dry for the next two days so I shall mow the grass before it rains again on Saturday. Gardening these days is like playing a strategic game of chess. I suspect it will become more so as the years go on. Nell has spent a lot of time inside hedges and is now covered in grass seeds and sticky weed bobbles which she is objecting most strongly to having removed. 

Yesterday, I went to the Royal Shrewsbury Hospital to be prodded. Today, we were expecting the septic tank man to arrive with his mini-digger, but he phoned last night and said did we mind if he postponed until Monday on account of an emergency, and we said no, we didn’t mind, and he said thank you very much for being so understanding, and we said, you’re welcome. I told our neighbours with whom we share the septic tank. I think Don was a bit disappointed; I’m pretty certain he would have been out there with a deckchair and supply of tea and biscuits to watch the mini-digger action. He won’t be at home next Monday as he is on grandchildren duties.

Other than that, all is quiet on the western front. Life trots on at an amiable pace. The winter pansies are just poking their heads above the seed compost in the greenhouse. The basil is finally romping away so I shall be having a go at making some pesto. The chilli peppers look like they might be thinking about flowering but who knows? The runner beans ARE flowering so we MIGHT be blessed with some beans. Everything seems behind this year. Ah well, Nature travels at her own pace and we just have to be patient. 




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