I feel like I’ve been wielding blades for days.
The main lawn needs another go. But tomorrow I have decided to reward myself with a day off. A day off gardening that is; I have lots of baking to do.
This year I needed to strim, then mow, rake, wait a day and mow again.
And it still looks scruffy.
But I didn’t have time to pout. I was off up to the east garden which gets not one, but two curves.
And the good thing about being in the east garden was the sight of my camassias which are up.
I planted around fifty here at the base of the quince bank, and also along the north side of the barn. Those ones aren’t out yet, but here you can see the white blooms just coming out.
But no time to linger, I had to bag up the grass cuttings and wheelbarrow the load up to Jean Daniel’s asparagus bed.
And the potager that lies parallel to our top vegetable bed is rich and well cultivated. So weedy when neglected.
It’s getting there. I actually love the look of the garden from the top of this path. You get to see the newly planted bed under the walnut tree, the lavender stoechas plants in flower at the top of the barn garden, and the sage, stachys, camassia and pannicums in the little narrow bed beside the barn.
I’d love to expand this bed, but we really need to keep this path clear for walking and dragging logs and wheelbarrows. It amazes me to think that this used to be road to La Poteyre.
One last empty of the grass catcher, one more load of mulch to the path, a strim of the area around the terrace bank above the potting shed. And oof. I’m done. And best of all, it started to rain at 6pm just as I had walked up to the potting shed to take off my trusty kneelers (thanks Mum!) and gloves. Artur was on his blanket hiding from the rain, and I decided that the day is done. Celebratory whisky I think.