A blank canvas

Boy have I earned my whisky tonight. One 14 metre long (almost 40 feet) bed excavated, cleared, built up, walled, you name it I threw myself at this part of the garden today. And I’m thrilled.

I love the irony of the single box ball that sits alone in the middle of this nothingness.

The soil is so dry and yearning for a feed.  I did find one single worm, but that’s not a great tally for such a large area.

My aim is to cover this entire area in a good mulch over the winter and get to work on what to plant.  I want to make it an evergreen shrubbery – with a twist. A sort of homage to the French designer Nicole de Vesian.  But with more colour. If all goes to plan, I want to plant a drift of sedum throughout both sides of these beds.

But that involves an awful lot of propagating.  I’ve made a start this week. I have taken cuttings from the non flowering sedums and tried my leaf cuttings as well.  I just have to get them through the winter.

And myself. This is weary work, but oh so satisfying. Now where’s my wee dram?