I’m looking out of the window at a broom in flower – not the sort you sweep the floor with, the plant broom, obviously. I grew it from seed about 20 years ago. I grew several, in fact, and I think this is the last one left. It has grown into a small tree, which was rather unexpected as the rest stayed bushy and not very tall. This one is 15 or 20 feet high.
If I had known it would grow so tall, I wouldn’t have planted it there. It’s not in the way, exactly, but now it overhangs the phone line. And, when it was windy a couple of weeks ago, a branch (that did not overhang the phone line) broke. The wood split so it is still attached, and we can see, at the join, that there is a small amount of rot. We haven’t cut it off yet, it was in bud at the time so I thought it might as well flower. It’s looking rather pretty – the rest of the tree, that is – with a rather mimosa-esque air. However, I think that we have had a warning and I’m afraid that severe pruning is in order. It will sprout again; it has where we removed one branch that showered Dilly with rain regularly, as it was just above where she parks her car. However, it will look fairly unattractive for quite some time.
I haven’t reported progress on the drive project for some time. It’s all been rather bitty. We need to get everything done as far as possible to the same extent before the whole thing is completed. However, progress is being made and yesterday, the Sage and I walked around the garden deciding on priorities for the next jobs. Richard is coming with his digger tomorrow, and both he and Jamie will be along on Thursday and Friday, so we can get a lot done.
It is indeed costing a lot, but we’ve not spent much here for years, so it’s about time. Once the last of one’s children grow up, leave home and become financially independent, one realises how much they used to cost. The garden can receive the benefit this year.
The whole garden, never mind the drive project, is rather bitty and so will never be a thing of great beauty. It will be reasonably pretty, in parts, and enjoyable for children to play in because there are nice little hidden-away areas plus open spaces, it will still attract wildlife because there are large parts that we will leave as much as possible, and the chickens will still be free to roam anywhere but the vegetable garden. I will, no doubt, be very frustrated when they eat my flowers, but I’d rather have happy chickens than flowers. The new border will, if necessary, have shrubs rather than herbacious perennials in it. I can grow them in the vegetable garden. That is bigger than we need, now I don’t grow anything for Al to sell.
Oh, and there is a low wall for me to build. I’m looking forward to that. It won’t be a decorative one, or even a barrier. It’s just to stop the lawn falling on to the drive and will be no more than a foot high.