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Sunday 1 March 2020

Forking hell...

we made it!
Second instalment.

This is now...


It put up one hell of a fight.
The ball is now definitely in our court... boom, boom!
Look closely Ellie isn’t carrying a hand grenade or in her case mouth grenade, but a Kong.
The ground is clear, trouble is the next two box balls need lifting.  The one on the right is looking decidedly rough, the one on the left looks fine to be transplanted... trouble is where?
We have marked out the area for the base and now play with graph paper and bits of paper to work out where and which slabs will fit?
The only question now is... 
Do I need to get out more?
Careful how you answer that!

5 comments:

  1. Is the wee tree I see behind Ellie going to be a problem for your greenhouse? Shade and all that. I had to pin ribbons to the door of my greenhouse last year as I kept finding birds stuck inside when I left the door open to cool things down! The only thing is I think it kept bees and such out too so my crop wasn't as good. I might try some chimes or something this year.
    Can you pot up the good ball in a tub till you get your allotment? Would you want a ball at the allotment? I've never had an allotment so I don't know if balls are frowned upon in such places! Ellie sure looks like she's having fun supervising the works. I hope she's keeping you in line! Onward and upward!! xx

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    1. Wee tree is super model in all proportions, tall, next along is a holly again tall and the third is a silver birch Ted says is 40’ high. It is a beautiful graceful tree, which I sat and watched through the glass roof being buffeted in the gales. From there I could see a good third of it and wondered at each gust whether it would make its presence known as it crashed down? We both lived to tell the tale! Another problem it has the catkins burst showering down tiny ginger tom confetti and the willowy branches break off scattering all over the garden. Then yesterday to add insult to injury I sat surveying our work, coffee in hand only to be spat on by sap. The joys of inheriting a garden designers garden. Style over substance.

      My last greenhouse was a haven for wildlife, yes the birds did get in occasionally. Solitary bees flew in and out making nests in my pots of cacti. Evenings in the summer we would stand and wait for the hedgehog to put in an appearance. He/she would have drink in the pond then go into the greenhouse for a snooze wrapping him/herself up in a towel I had on the floor. I’ve got a photo somewhere... another blog post? A small pond is in the plan for the garden although I am conscious not to stuff too much into what is a tiny plot. Overkill must now be avoided, although after a life lived by the rules of OTT it is going to be a tad tough!?!

      LX

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  2. Have those green globes earned their keep, or should they escort the above to the tip(?)?

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    1. Err, not sure? We are rather spoilt by the presence of just SO many balls. As luck would have it the box blight seems to be affecting one or two so that will be a way of natural selection? Brutal, but true. I just hate killing anything, slugs excepted obviously.

      LX

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    2. But, they do contribute to compost. Or chip up for nice bedding.

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