Still digging
Yep. Nothing much to say today. I’m still in the dirt. Madame Mattock. La Princess Pioche.
These bits are good.
As are these bits when I stand up and stretch my aching back.
David helped me dig one particularly tricky area. I couldn’t shift a large rock.
Turns out it’s the mother of all boulders. So that’s beyond annoying.
A metre wide?
I’ve marked its most obvious extremities and covered it up. Short of dynamite it’s not going anywhere.
And the garden is going to get a new name. Gravel won’t work.
So welcome to the Dry Garden.
Feels appropriate.
There was a time yesterday when I thought: ‘and you are going to put plants in this dust?’ It’s going to be a leap of faith.
Especially on the north side of the garden under the pine. Man that soil is poor.
I have about three metres of that side to go and then I’ll do a final raking and go back to the garden plan I haven’t had time to finalize.
Plants – 69kg of them, 130 pots. Arrive tomorrow.