Still I got a lot done. I weeded the bed around the Cavolo Nero and made a new net frame to keep the birds off, and removed my bamboo fence-like structure along with the shrivelled and sodden remains of the once beautiful sweet peas that thrived there all summer.
I cleared, weeded and cut back the wildflower remains at the top of the bank, and while I was up there I noticed this shoot
It’s the first of the bluebells that I transplanted from my back garden earlier this year. Then I noticed a few more. Hurrah! They are planted all around the ballerina apple tree, adjacent to the deck when sitting up on the bank, perfectly positioned for smelling their gorgeous perfume next year.
I got too carried away with my work, as I have a habit of doing, and stayed too long in the too-cold weather. After almost three hours and very suddenly, in the space of about ten minutes, my body temperature plummeted and my hands became completely numb. I started to feel quite sick. It took nearly an hour laying in a hot bath for me to warm up properly. I won’t be doing that again in a hurry. I don’t want to get hypothermia.
Jay and I have had our allotment plans scuppered for the last two weekends due to incessant rain. As I write this I’m looking at a cross between heavy drizzle and light rain outside. But it’s freezing, and incessant. I couldn’t risk going to meet her at the plot today after yesterday’s close shave. I love my plot but I have to put my health first. She’s a trooper though and has gone anyway to take some photographs. I hope she’s wrapped up warm. I’m longing for a dry day to give her a gardening job to get involved in and I know she is longing to do some gardening too. Oh well, there’s always next weekend, weather permitting....
Love a tidy plot