Yesterday I pulled on my wellies and headed out into the muddy mess that is my garden. I’ve not be able to get out sooner on account of the snow and the newborn who was happily slumbering with his Mama inside the house.
I was on a mission – build a border.
We have an area of the garden into which we’ve planted two dwarf apple trees – an Orange Pippin and a Cox variety. The plan is to also put a Conference pear in the area, and because of the placement, it’ll sit quite nicely alongside the neighbours established cherry and quince trees. And hopefully these trees will mean that the informal fruit exchange program that runs between our two houses isn’t so one-sided this year.
This area will be filled with Spring bulbs – which I’ll remember to plant in the Autumn – as well as some Dahlias for later in the year. And then covered in a mulch as the shade of the trees won’t allow the grass (when we get it) to grow so well.
So, trench dug, border positioned and then stomped into place, and we’re done. Three hours of happy pottering on a very misty morning.