Weeding out my favourite jobs
Now that the rain has finally stopped I have made good on my promise to get stuck into the garden.
The generous watering has meant lotsots of new growth across the garden.
Over the years, though, I’ve learnt notot to bite off more than I can chew.
This time, I’m focusing on the front garden, pretending that the backyard doesn’t look like a cross between a second-hand builder’s site and a home for old plants.
I’m also ignoring the very tempting freshly turned soil at the base of our new fence, as I patiently wait for my climbing plants of choice to turn up at the local nursery.
So with a bulk bag of 30 jonquil bulbs in one hand and my trusty trowel in the other, I headed out to the front garden and thought through my plan of attack.
I had planted bulbs in the lawn soon after we moved into our house more than a decade ago, hoping to create a meadow-like look to brighten the garden in winter. I’d always meant to add to their number over the years but often by the time I got around to it, the planting season was over.
Rather than mess with perfectly good lawn, I decided to start by digging up any weeds in the lawn and replacing them with a bulb or two as I went.
I thought this might account for maybe a third of the bag’s contents, with plenty left over for the garden beds along the pathway to our veranda, but I was wrong.
It turned out that I ran out of bulbs before the lawn ran out of weeds, leading me to grab a few more packets of bulbs that I had initially planned to put into pots.
A bit of pruning also turned into a bigger job than I expected and before long, our green bin was full.
So much for not biting off more than I could chew.