In the spring, I found myself captivated by a container planting scheme in a magazine.
A few weeks ago, King of the Hill decided that we should have a trio of large containers on the top terrace, the largest of which to feature a new acer, giving me free rein to fill the others.
In Saturday’s warm spring sunshine, new leaves and buds were almost visibly unfurling as you watched.
The best of the weather seems to have saved itself for the start of the working week, somewhat typically, but nonetheless the weekend granted us some welcome opportunities for gardening.
The sun finally made a return appearance on Saturday, though the air was still bitterly cold. The beginning of each weekend finds me eager to discover how the garden has changed, particularly at this time of year when new life surging through the garden can show striking progress.
Saturday was a washout: as forecast, rain fell remorselessly all day.
Last weekend we toiled in the sun to create our last border in the garden; a semi-circle beneath the path that runs across the back of the house, below the kitchen window.
Gardening is often a question of balance. Between landscaping and plants; colours and shapes. Often it takes only a very subtle change to tip that balance.
At the start of February, as the buds began to burst on the pots of Carpinus japonica sheltering along the side of the house, I knuckled down and spent some hours researching sources of local coppiced wood; drawing and calculating dimensions for a suitable frame structure to support our planned screens.
King of the Hill and I took a day’s leave from work yesterday, to work on his mum’s garden. After last year’s epic landscaping of the back, today it was time to tackle the front.