There’s a great piece of music by Billy Mayerl called Wisteria, it’s a perfect depiction in sound of this fantastic plant – it’s just coming into bloom, lilac sprays all over and utterly glorious in the sunshine. It’s also very heavy and quite rapidly destroying the trellis that’s supposed to be supporting it – more the other way round now.
Not sure what to do with it, can’t possibly cut it down, it’s far too beautiful and a real centrepiece to the garden.
June (well, May) is busting out all over, including the slugs. Copper tape and wool pellets are not working, having some success with crushed eggshells however, courtesy of a mammoth baking session the other day. They have to be crushed else Clifford (TBRD) pinches them to eat. He’s not too bright.
How can there be so much to do in the winter ina garden? Everything is supposed to be asleep. Lots of clearingout of beds. Glamour spot of the week – unloading half a ton of horse manure and digging it in, then constructing a compost heap for the remains to go into.
Digging should be considered an olympic sport – quantity per hour with extra points for style, soil type (clay get max points) and muscles pulled. At least the green credentials are retained – zero travel, weight loss (sweat), and hopefully veg at the end of the year.
Barbados has a champion sugar cane cutter (tons cut) so why not digging?