Two years ago, when my wife and I were renewing our ‘Two Together’ discount railcard, the 30-something chap issuing the new card cheerily commented how it was great that such an offer existed for middle-aged couples. I’d just turned 41, only had the odd grey hair around the temples and thought I wasn’t aging too badly. And my wife? Well naturally she wasn’t aging at all! Surely middle age only kicked in at 50? Presuming I lived to be a 100. It came as a bitter blow. I mumbled thank you as he handed the railcard over and we walked away in a bit of a daze wondering what had just occurred. We were still young, damn it.
Last Saturday I spent the entire afternoon doing a bit of light gardening; moving the odd shrub I’d resisted moving back in October, tidying up the bed at the front of the house, chopping things back, mulching, digging up a few perennials (and promptly forgetting where I’d temporarily placed them prior to replanting) and a spot of watering. Before I knew it the sun was starting to set. It was time to call it a day. Unlocking the shed for a fourth time after discovering yet another tool I’d forgotten to put away, I was aware of a slight, oooh, twinge here and there and felt rather weary. The next morning I awoke with aching legs, arms and back. I’d overdone it and I thought back to the railway station chap’s remark two years ago. Perhaps there’s no denying it any longer. Maybe I am indeed <gulps> middle-aged. Then again, perhaps I’m just out of practice after the winter! Anyway, it’s Six on Saturday time.
1. One of the shrubs moved last Saturday was the Buddleia/Buddleja Buzz. It used to live in the square pot in the front garden but never did very well. A few years ago it was moved to the back garden but things were starting to get a bit crowded. Having decided to alter the planting scheme in the South facing front garden (things tend to get frazzled come midsummer) the Buzz has returned to the front, but in the ground this time. I’ll give it a hard prune in March.
2. The garlic is looking well. Fingers crossed things are doing just as well beneath the compost.
3. The dwarf conifer has been moved from the bed containing the new Hibiscus to the bed at the front of the conservatory in an attempt to provide a bit more shrubby structure. It can be a tad shady here and most gardening books seem to suggest conifers prefer a sunny location. I’m not entirely sure how happy it’ll be. We’ll see.
4. Possibly the most visually pleasing and thrilling SoS of all time. Prepare to be awed…
This hardy fuchsia, once a 3 foot annual show of unstoppable floweryness, was moved last Spring to a shadier spot and failed to do much of anything, barely growing more than a foot and offering but a few sporadic flowers. It’s been moved again, this time to the sunny back border. I’m not very hopeful.
5. Remember those miniature iris I came home with last week?
They got planted on Sunday (after I’d done several pre-gardening warm up stretches) and by the middle of last week had all opened.
6. And finally… The first daffodils have started to flower. It’s amazing what a difference a bit of sun has made. Just a few days ago the dwarf daffs were still in bud…
And now they’re in full bloom…
And they were my Six on Saturday. If you’d like to join in (and you know you want to) head over to the site of the chap who started it all over at https://thepropagatorblog.wordpress.com where you’ll find guidance on how to participate and links to other Six on Saturdays from all over the World.