Last calabert pot stack

Is this the last of the year? Trudging back and forth from the potting shed to the calabert to keep the precious plants safe.

Most of these boxes contain propagating plants.   Will they survive? I have no idea. I had a check on some of the cistus and centranthus and they were just putting out teensy roots. So it would be shame if all the work of the last month would go to waste. But that’s part time gardening. I could hardly haul them back on the train to London.

And the potting shed is spookily clear. Just one confused cat who doesn’t know how boring life will be in the next few weeks. He might be forced to sleep 15 hours a day instead.

I’ve moved some of the plants to the north side of the potting shed. And potted on some heathers and the salvia and passionflower. Just to give them a better chance.   There is a bit of rain predicted next week; and some grey skies.

But I almost spluttered over my pot of breakfast tea when looking at the seven day forecast. A frost on one of next week’s nights. Argh. I haven’t factored that one in!  I’ll have to move the kangaroo paw somewhere more sheltered.

Still, despite all of this to-ing and fro-ing I still have time to admire some of the fantastic autumn colours in the garden.   The miscanthus hedge is glowing in the afternoon light.

But like all gardeners I just focus on the gap rather than the ten feet high grasses on the right. That’s another thing to add for the winter list.   I need to transplant some larger grasses elsewhere on the farm and add to this hedge.   And do I double the hedge? Or leave it single row?

And for those of you on eragrostis in the driest bank on earth watch. I watered. Carefully but well.