Sunday, 5 July 2015
My poor, poor rose, and running just to stand still
I shall have to make the most of my beautiful Paul's Himalayan Musk this year as where it grows over the farmyard wall, it has been sprayed with weedkiller (I am assuming Roundup as that is what they use on the farm) and since this is a systemic poison, it may kill the entire rose - although it is of huge age and spread. I have in the past offered to cut this rose back, but Next Door said no, it was OK. The first I knew of it being sprayed was when I noticed it turning black for several feet of growth. Horrified, I went out with my OH and secateurs and we cut it back right beyond the dead growth, me praying that this was enough to stop it being entirely poisoned. Only time will tell. I suspect this happened when we were at Malvern last Sunday, so weren't about to see it done. Next Door has an Estonian couple who do the milking for him - the husband is a drunkard and has recently lost his licence for finally bouncing his car off one tree too many . . . how he can be dead drunk at breakfast time is beyond me unless it is the effect of the boozing from the previous night, or his 4 a.m. breakfast is an alcoholic tipple . . . Anyway, I am sure he was going round killing off the nettles and the Foxgloves (that broke my heart last year when he sprayed them all along the 4 lane cow highway) and had some poison left over so thought he would spray my rose with it - not realizing that it would kill the entire plant. So I shan't blame Next Door per se, but he doesn't give a damn what he does - if it suits him, he does it so the mindset is there all the same. In other words, he might not have told drunken Estonian to do it but he wouldn't have stopped him either. Anyway, I haven't seen Next Door to ask him and I bet he beats a quick exit when he sees me coming . . .
Quite what I will do if it DOES die I'm not sure as it will look one hell of a mess of dead branches the entire width of the garden and I will have to cut it all down and then SOMEONE will have to fork out for hideous larch-lap fencing to give us privacy again. A really good selling point - not . . .
Anyway, to cheer myself up I bought myself a big hanging basket of my favourite Fuschia "Blackie" at the car boot sale this morning. £10 well spent I think.
And I also got a pretty deep burgundy Penstemon "Blackcurrant Ice" and a similarly-coloured trailing geranium.
Meanwhile I am trying to get a company out to do two gutterings for us (inside and out), and clean some high-up windows, and I had asked Next Door to cut the paddock for us (in return for free grazing for his cattle back in May), but he doesn't like to put himself out so will only do it when it suits him - he told me someone had dropped the topper and damaged it . . .
I have been clearing out the Junk Room this weekend - it took 6 hours to take stuff across to the end stable, 85 paces each way so I must have burned some calories doing that! In the process I came across this lovely old pokerwork cupboard which we bought from some friends of ours last year at the Fleamarket. I thought it may as well be hung as gather cobwebs in the Junk Room, so here it is with its china on display. I have been painting this wall today, only to find that although it is a pale yellow, it is too yellow to match what is on the wall, so I will have to buy more pale custard yellow paint (if I can match it) and re-do all today's work. I have two holes to put Polyfilla in too, which I should have done before this got hung today, but tomorrow is another day.
I have been hard at work with vacuum and duster, doing a deep clean in our bedroom and middle hall, polishing chairs and coffers as I go and have just added a lovely Regency Pembroke table to my tally as that is going into the Unit tomorrow. We have enjoyed it for quite a few years now but have another to replace it so it needs to find a new home.
Right, if I am to watch any tv at all tonight, I had better do it now - I've not seen the news or anything yet today.