Well… not exactly. I have enough thyme. It is just it has been in the ground for so long now that the centre is dying out, despite the lush growth and the frequent clippings I’ve been giving it. It tastes so good in all my hearty winter dishes. Even with its bald patch in the centre, it seems determined to take over my herb garden, like some sort of crazy fairy ring. But I can’t have that. I do like a bit of order in my garden and so it will have to go. Not to worry though – my herb patch won’t be in the classic thyme-less style as there is a little seedling that is all lush and fabulous that is being groomed to take its place. It is too much of a cooking must have to go without.
But what I am running out of is time. The proper stuff. We have 11 days left of winter and I still have oodles to do to get the garden spring ready. Having said that, this seasonal change in the calendar has no real bearing on the day to day goings on in the garden. There won’t be a dramatic change in the weather, with the cold, wet and miserable set well and truly behind us for the next nine months. No it will be business as usual as winter reluctantly relinquishes its hold and spring prepares the way for summer.
The line in the sand, the circle on the calendar is more for me. I work much better with some kind of deadline than a vague suggestion that maybe soon something should be done. Without something to force my hand and get a job done, I waft about the place with such a procrastinating style, achieving nothing at all. Despite not having specific dates for tasks to be done, the garden does still have a time line so the season can proceed smoothly. A six week window can easily pass by if you aren’t careful.
So before we get to the magic date that turns winter into spring, I need to get my A into G and do some digging, weeding, mowing, hammering, constructing, sowing, painting, tidying, sorting, planning, possibly a little shopping and get this season started.
But what I need most of all is for it to stop raining! Especially the random showers that come out of nowhere on what seems like a sunny day. The clouds hover over the roof and wait for me to come out and put my gumboots on. It is like I have stepped on some kind of booby trap because when I take about a dozen steps the rain begins to fall, only to stop once I come back inside and settle to a different task. It is becoming predictable. I’m beginning to believe I can control the weather, but not in a useful way.
Come again soon – I’ll get out there and do stuff, even if it means getting a little wet.
Sarah the Gardener : o )