MuswellHillbilly

MuswellHillbilly is back from a week in the Cotswolds (more on this later). When I got home I legged it into the garden to see what changes had been wrought by May. Three of our rose bushes had produced roses and a couple of tomato plants are starting to flower. A pepper plant in the greenhouse boasted a small green pepper. Salad is growing well and the chives and sage have purple flowers. Along with the mountain of fresh asparagus we brought back from a farm shop in the country we ate home grown lettuce and garden radishes today.

After that, Mellors tacked the lawn which had shot up (was there rain in London? Our water butt is almost empty so I think not) with his antique manual mower inherited from a grandfather and I set about weeding the garden (note to neighbours: that plant with the heart shaped leaves flowing over your fence is BINDWEED, please pull it out, it is taking over our garden!). Today was a scorcher that would put any South Africa summer’s day to shame so we perched big squash plants in pots on the roof of the shed for maximum exposure, topped up the barrel pond with rain butt water (no frogs yet!) and watered all the beds, pots and greenhouse plants carefully with a watering can at dusk, round the time when sparrows in the sky turn into bats.