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| That bloody wind! |
Right plant, right place, my gardening gurus (don't tell me you have only the one!) keep telling me. Absolutely, I can do nothing but agree.
What they forgot to tell me was right wind, right garden! And right soil, right plants would have been another good one (to be fair, I have heard Frosty say that, only it had slipped my over-enthusiastic mind).
Have I bitten off more than I can chew here? Perhaps. But I am chewing like the goats I grew up with, and they ate everything (including a pair of Mum's underpants).
The division trellisses are gone. I moved them in front of the greenhouse, where they try to keep my hollyhocks from blowing over. And two of them now grace my balconygarden. Wind problem solved. Well, this wind problem at least. I am certain there will be others.
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| Planted a row of eucalyptus |
The past couple of days we've had 6 Beaufort, NW. That wind means my balcony plants get battered, it's not comfortable to sit on the balcony and I cannot lower my sunscreen as it will be ripped to shreds, so if it is sunny it is either close the curtains, or suffer with 28 degrees heat indoors. So annoying.
In the garden it means my plants get battered too, but they cope better than the structures. My pallet composting containers I was so proud of are sturdy enough, but the fronts that I made so that they are easily removed (handy for turning the compost, was the idea) keep blowing over. So, they need heavier fronts. On to the jobs list!
And that list is getting quite long. I need to get the weeding sorted, need to cut the long grass next to the ditch, need to pick the tons of strawberries and make jam, need to...Wait a minute?!
What was the general plan to Hunky Dory again? Oh, yeah, it was to enjoy peace, tranquillity, being outdoors and not stressed out. High time I reminded myself, thanks.
So yesterday I had help moving my balcony easy lounger to the garden. I can take a nap now (can being the operative word here. Whether I dare to with all those other allotmenteers around, hm...doubt it. Visions of me with mouth wide open, dribbling and snoring up a storm)
Anyway, my garden is my anti-depressive and should remain so. Not yet another thing that whips up the anxiety. Perhaps I should paint a sign: Note to self - weeds are simply nice plants in the wrong place.
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