Now. I wouldn't like to offer the false impression that the garden is calm and neat, and ordered, and tidy as it is here, photographed post an epic mow and an equally epic weeding session two weeks ago, because that would be, well, false. It's just that I am trying to remember the garden as it was then, rather than as it is now. Turn your back for even a moment here and your rocket will bolt, sending up those pretty flowers you see in my header, nodding about on their long stalks, rendering their leaves below almost inedibly hot. The calendulas will go completely mad, and the cauliflowers you nursed from seed will turn into strange, feral beasts, no longer fit for consumption.
Things are a bit of a mess. Abundant, yes, from all the rain, but unlike AOF's garden bounty, mine is suffering from serious neglect.
Oy. There's a lot going on.
Anyway. There's good news elsewhere. The new garden - the first I will actually be staying with for many years to come - has a healthy, slightly neglected rhubarb patch which I brought back to life over the weekend. In the process, I found two strawberry plants, full of new growth and in need, I think, of a few friends. My hands may be ripped to shreds from pruning back a couple of overgrown climbing roses (must take the gloves next time), but it was deeply satisfying work. Have mentioned how much I love pruning?
What I thought were 8 orchard trees turns out to be 11, though I've no idea what kind yet. I could borrow a book from the library and find out what they are right now, but I think I'd rather wait and see. More fun that way. The gate fell off its hinge and there's a bird (maybe more...) living in the roof, but those are minor worries that, given time, we'll sort out. The best bit? The water. Ten huge tanks, all absolutely full-to-overflowing, the water inside cold and deliciously clean.
Move # 2, this weekend. To say I'll be pleased when it's all over is an understatement...