Sunday, 18 November 2018

Winter Gardening

For a few years I went along with the trend of leaving perennials to die back on the basis that the dried up foliage provided wildlife food & shelter during the coldest months.  Dried seedheads were meant to sway gently in the breeze, glisten in the frost and all about would be serene and whimsical.

Stuff that for a game of tiddly-winks.  What really happened was everything I did not cut back went brown, slimey and horrid, and in March or April I was already weeks behind in getting cleared up before I could start to think about new season gardening.  Add in to the mix a large plot with (virtually) no chemicals, loads of deep mulch and evergreen hedges and I reckon the wildlife already had plenty of food and shelter.

I've spent a few hours this weekend enjoying the sunshine and tidying up.  It's really very satisfying.  Under all this bark chip are the cheapo Wilko Crocosmia that I've grown in pots. Hopefully the Crocosmia will help extend the flowering season for the lovely Bumblebees which nest in this bed.

Side garden:   clear up decomposing hosta mess, cut back perennials, sprinkle with wood ash, mulch thoroughly.

One of my favourite peonies is already showing big, fat buds for next year.  Definitely needs to be under a protective cage (see below).

Bloody leaves, everywhere:   pain in the wotsit all over the slate paths but always a fabulous addition to the compost bins.

Talking of leaves - 13 huge bags collected up by our conscientious council chap did a fine job covering up old bank statements and goodness knows what else that I didn't want to put in the recycling bin.

I do have an ulterior motive for all this clearing up:  at 8.00am on Monday our tree surgeon is arriving and those cages are needed to stop him accidentally stomping over plants with his size 11's!

Grass cut, leaves cleared up, all tidy - it will look a bit different this time tomorrow.

Er, excuse me . . . you do know it's four o'clock, don't you?  
I go for a walk at 4.00, 
I have my coat on, 
I'm ready . . . put that flippin' camera down will you?


  1. I love the blue sky, late sun photo of the garden, it's gorgeous. And Daisy's face just says it all really doesn't it? Whoever said dogs don't have different facial expressions obviously never had a dog! lol

    1. We've just had two days of quite gorgeous sunshine, hope you had a decent weekend too :).

      Daisy has different expressions (the funniest being when she wants certain biscuits she puffs out her top lip on one or both sides), and also has different squeaks, woofs and whines depending upon what we're doing wrong. I expect your two are just the same. x

  2. Indeed, Daisy is talking to you there. Had to laugh at your reply to Eunice, Annie tilts her head when I talk to her and she takes in every word. Dogs and their humans definitely understand each other:-) I'm sure your tree surgeon is hard at work right now, I will be back to see your "after" photos.

    1. Hi Eileen, Daisy doesn't "talk" in the same was as Ollie used to, but she's still very good at making it quite clear what she thinks or wants.

  3. Lots of leaves to pick up here too but on a less grand scale.

    1. Cheers Sue, but there is nothing here that is very 'grand' :)


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