A budding garden

We had a late afternoon walk around the property today – plotting where the new birch trees could go and generally musing on what is to be done. And we had a better look at the little spring of water in the old duck pond behind the pool. Not sure if it’s active.

We were heading down to the vineyard when we stopped talking and were confronted by our resident deer plodding in front of us. How on earth she didn’t see or hear us I can’t fathom. She comes from the forest above the house, works her way down past my vegetable garden (feeding station) and then works down the terraces and pops out onto the road and the other side.

We followed her down and found yet more loot down by the vineyard. New wire, and lots of hoses. They may be of use for the new gravity fed water supply I want for the top potager. It was almost dark so it was hard for proper scrutiny. Must get there again this week before the weeds grow and hide all this hardware in the long grass.

I planted up one of the New Dawn climbing roses I hefted over from London in my handbag. But I can’t work out where to put the second one. And you have to have the position sorted, as the planters I bought and laboriously painted weigh a ton.

I won’t be able to paint the big planter right now (a future mint prison for all the mint that self sows all over part of the courtyard), as I don’t think I will have enough paint. I started on the three doors on the east side of the property; and have one set of shutters to go.

I’m not really being very informative garden wise with all this harping about paint pots and shutters but it does mean that I had time to look at parts of the garden from the vantage point of a ladder. And I can happily say there are buds everywhere; on the cherries, on the lilac. Even on the Daphne bush. And I can see the tulip bulbs poking their points above the soil under the wisteria. Bring em on.