Yes, it’s taken more than seven and a half years, but there it is. It comprises people who have commented or registered here since the new blog has been up, who currently blog. I hope I haven’t missed anyone out, please let me know if I have.
Other than that, today I’m mostly gardening, cutting back tired herbaceous plants in the hope of perking them up and getting some new growth, with the aid of some watering. Russell is working in the garden too. If you’ve been here, you’ll know that the gate to the field by the drive is falling apart after many decades of stalwart service – the post, which is about 9 inches square and once was solid oak, has disintegrated below the ground, and that is being replaced first. It’s hard work and, I’m afraid, well beyond my girly muscles. Rather beyond his, to be honest, but he’s making a start.
This is a dry garden, the rainfall here is pretty low to start with and the soil is sand on gravel. I’ve never lived anywhere with heavy soil and I’m used to the conditions, so have adjusted my gardening accordingly over the years. I water vegetables and pots of course, but rarely water flowers or shrubs unless it’s been exceptionally dry, not after the first year, because it just doesn’t work in the long term. I’ve been given plants that I’ve tried very hard to care for but which have never thrived.
He is, apparently, as sweet as he looks, but quite boisterous – which I can hardly believe, bless his innocent little face.