You know that feeling when a favourite garment seems to have shrunk,
and you wish it had an elastic waist?

Well, today a very satisfactory sweat was raised in the Baraclough
garden, some slack was cut, seams were let out, and I'm enjoying the
ineffable comfort of letting out the belt and making room for expansion.

It dawned upon me on Thursday, that a large island bed I made last year
was a design irritation, foolishly marooned in a sea of grass. It's full
of cracking plants but somehow lacks an identity and purpose; it
urgently needed to connect to the rest of the planting. By digging a
causeway bed, the "island" could join up to a much larger sweeping
curved bed. I rushed out with me spade, and cut two little channels
through the lawn, making the curves by eye, to mark the proposed
surgery.

This afternoon, John and I stripped the lawn turf, double dug the
deep wormy soil, laying the turf upside down in the bottom of the
trenches. As we dug and turned, we incorporated a compost heap, and a
very large tub of ancient beef bones abandoned by the dog. (Our
butcher brings her a new one every Satruday, so the garden looks like a
graveyard).

The island is now connected to a border by a wide bare vacant isthmus,
about 12 square metres. The lawn is now a wide green curving path; less
to mow, and far more satisfactory to the eye.

Half way through, we stopped for a cold drink (and to get the laundry in
from the washing line, as rain threatened). By the end (sunny again), I
offered the rest of the workforce some tea. He replied that alcohol
would be far more appropriate. Glass in hand, I surveyed that delicious
expanse of bare fresh empty virgin earth awaiting .....more plants.

Janet.

On 5/8/05 20:35, in article , "Janet
Baraclough" wrote:

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Half way through, we stopped for a cold drink (and to get the laundry in
from the washing line, as rain threatened). By the end (sunny again), I
offered the rest of the workforce some tea. He replied that alcohol
would be far more appropriate. Glass in hand, I surveyed that delicious
expanse of bare fresh empty virgin earth awaiting .....more plants.


There is nothing quite like the (temporary) sound of a satisfied gardener.
--
Sacha
www.hillhousenursery.co.uk
South Devon
(remove the weeds to email me)

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On 5/8/05 20:35, in article , "Janet
Baraclough" wrote:

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Half way through, we stopped for a cold drink (and to get the laundry in
from the washing line, as rain threatened). By the end (sunny again), I
offered the rest of the workforce some tea. He replied that alcohol
would be far more appropriate. Glass in hand, I surveyed that delicious
expanse of bare fresh empty virgin earth awaiting .....more plants.


There is nothing quite like the (temporary) sound of a satisfied gardener.
Sacha

Any pictures of the new garden Janet??

Jenny

"Janet Baraclough" wrote in message
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You know that feeling when a favourite garment seems to have shrunk,
and you wish it had an elastic waist?

Well, today a very satisfactory sweat was raised in the Baraclough
garden, some slack was cut, seams were let out, and I'm enjoying the
ineffable comfort of letting out the belt and making room for expansion.

It dawned upon me on Thursday, that a large island bed I made last year
was a design irritation, foolishly marooned in a sea of grass. It's full
of cracking plants but somehow lacks an identity and purpose; it
urgently needed to connect to the rest of the planting. By digging a
causeway bed, the "island" could join up to a much larger sweeping
curved bed. I rushed out with me spade, and cut two little channels
through the lawn, making the curves by eye, to mark the proposed
surgery.

That's a secondary use for hosepipe, no? rearrange the hose till you're
happy with the look of it, then cut.

Steve

"shazzbat" wrote in message
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That's a secondary use for hosepipe, no? rearrange the hose till you're
happy with the look of it, then cut.
The turf, not the hosepipe ;0)

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Any pictures of the new garden Janet??

John assures me that a garden website features on his post-retirement
to-do list. Retirement happens in three weeks, but don't hold your
breath..I suspect any indoor stuff will have to wait till winter:-)

Janet