No matter how deluded I try to be, there is too much going on for me to believe myself any more.
What the heck am I going on about? Well basically, despite the last week of gorgeous blue sky sunny days, there are too many signs that prevent me from pretending we are still in the middle of January, still in the middle of summer!
My new gumboots and gloves have been nicely worn in, and it’s not because I want to use then, but it’s more comfortable to do so. I’m not about to admit I’m going soft in my old age, because I will never admit I am getting soft and I will definitely never admit I am getting old!
I’ve planted out most of my spring bulbs into their buckets. Because our soil gets “a bit” wet in the winter, and to prevent my bulbs from rotting where they lie, I plant my bulbs in buckets with holes drilled in the bottoms – I’m all class! Added to all the old ones I diligently dug up a few months ago, I bought another 40 daffodils and 40 tulips, so our deck is going to be overloaded with over wintering buckets. The only upside to this is looking forward to the first blooms heralding the start of a fresh new season, a blank canvas to be filled with an array of gardening endeavours, some good, some not so good. Not that I’m trying to wish my life away, winter is important too.
The weather has cooled down enough for me to start using the greenhouse again to coax life into crops that will be gobbled in some hearty meal in the coming months! It seems so weird to be using it again. It looks so empty. But then again so does the garden. I have cleared out another bed, which is just lying there empty.
The tomatoes are definitely over! I just need to pull them out. This time it isn’t a case of kidding myself that it’s still summer if you have tomato plants in your garden, no matter how bedraggled. They NEED to come out – the stupid things have gone and got themselves some blight. I think I will need to burn their sorry carcasses. But this leads into another seasonal confirmation – the smell of bonfires, burning garden waste is so autumn!
And the last nail in the coffin of summer is the clocks have gone back to where they belong.
Come again soon – I will not let the seasons defeat me, I shall garden on….
Sarah the Gardener : o )