But oh so pleasing once it’s all done.
I had to go up to the area around our water supply up above the houses. This was newly created a few years ago, and therefore bare earth is quickly colonised by pioneer plants. And for us that means Broom. Genet.
Here I had to wade in and cut back all the new growth. I had a little helper. Artur was in one of those following me like a puppy moods. And despite warning him that I had to yank a roaring machine straight into life he insisted on staying nearby.
And I could see him out of the edge of my vision and when I looked straight at him I distinctly saw him yowling at me. Turn off the damn machine and let me sit on your lap.
Hah. Too many acres to strim for that.
I did have one break to look at my newly planted up bank below the shade garden. Part of me just thinks, wow, I’ve brought this back from a flooded mess.
But what to do? I guess prune very, very hard after flowering. But the thymes are never going to put on much more height than now. Girth perhaps. But not height.
And part of me thinks it’s such a shame to have a beautiful shrub growing well and then having to hack it back. It’s not the cistus’s fault I haven’t planned for its height.
I will do a bit of homework and maybe move it this autumn. No idea where.