As the wind howls and spreads debris round the garden, I am reminded that last week when it was sunny I picked up some bits at wilkos and splurged on a few mail order seeds. (I know it was on a reduced price and I need to start using the greenhouse for growing new things!
I also have some other things stashed in the greenhouse already and I’m hoping I’ll have some energy after a few hours at ENT for my daughter today. I looked at the letter this morning and it said be prepared for a three-hour appointment. Oh joys!
Hence the blog of hope? I also watched gardening programmes on the telly box last night and I still dream of someone doing a magic spell so the garden can change from ramshackle to tidy. Last night I discovered the felt had blown off a shed and I harboured brief dreams that we would replace said shed. But a good hammer stepped in.
It’s only February after all. Too early to throw in the towel but weeds are stepping in where they aren’t wanted. I need to speak to some gardeners locally and get some advice. The path of sand and grit on one garden makeover made me laugh inwardly when I wondered how they’d keep cats off. We have our lovely doggie now to warn off intruders (squirrels) but the builders sand we have left won’t cover the area needing hidden.