The garden from scratch is coming along swimmingly these days. But as we’re moving house in August, I can’t help feeling a little bit sad when I walk around the beds, and duck past the six-foot kale plant. Though I am young and silly, I’m not silly enough to think a garden is something to worship, or a house something to complete you. But I will be sad to leave, especially as everything is looking so marvellous.
The borders are packed full, with a cloud of self-sown forget-me-nots, and the kale (did I mention the kale before? I don’t believe I did) dominates the whole plot. ‘Queen of the Night’ tulips are still flourishing as the alliums start to unzip. Even our shed is well-dressed at the moment, encrusted with a pink Clematis montana.
There’s the promise of more, as well. Self-sown foxgloves are forming grey-green spires, and the Bristol onions are limbering up for the hilarious loop-the-loop journey they make to flowering. Even though I harvest bundles of comfrey leaves every weekend for mulches, brews and tomato pots, the plants are huge and ready to flower. And the roses are in bud.
Oh, yes, I am in love with this little garden of mine and its soft green leaves and baby fruits. But there are plenty more adventures to come.
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Really, really pretty. It will be hard to part ways, I’m sure…