My garden never ceases to amaze me. However much abuse and neglect I heap upon it there is some life force (let’s call it Mother Nature) that fights back and keeps the thing ticking over.
The clocks went forward this weekend and with an upturn in the weather and nothing in my diary there was no longer any excuse for me to avoid attending to all of the outdoor jobs that had piled up over winter. What I know about gardening you could write on the back of a seed packet but the annual post-winter clear up is safe territory for me because it is both brainless and rewarding.
I kicked off by clearing the beds of things that had long since died (mostly plants) and working in the contents of one of my compost bins. Next came the joyous task of clearing the half rotten leaves from the gravel beds followed by the self pity that my back isn’t getting any better at withstanding all the bending over. Finally – the really good bit – burning the winters tree debris in my chimnea.
You wouldn’t believe the size of some of the branches that I find smashed on my lawn each year. I half expect to find some dead wildlife beneath the wreckage. For the really sizeable tree limbs I use a small hand axe to cut them down to chimnea size. Sure it’s overkill but all good man-in-the-garden stuff.
Finally as the branches burned I took a while to take a few photos around the garden, breaking only to quell the fire in my tinder pile around the back of the chimnea. I should probably have relocated it before I started the blaze. Ho hum. Nobody tell Welephant.
Anyway, I thought I would share a few photos with you to prove I have actually ventured into my back garden this year. Bonus marks to anybody that can identify the fungus I found happily doing whatever fungi does on an orphaned branch.
Offers to do my real gardening will be gratefully received – just don’t attempt to engage me in conversation about it. There will be complimentary refreshments for the
gullible lucky applicant.