Two poor nights' sleep have caught up with me today. I felt very tempted to drop everything and have an outing again, because the weather was so beautiful first thing. However, nose to grindstone and some weeding in the garden first, around the French Doors, then up to tear up some old cardboard boxes for the compost heaps. Then more weeding/digging over and removal of heavy duty thugs like Lemon Balm which seems to be all over the garden here. I planted 3 Lupins in the space, one being one I grew from seed last year. The other two are Purple, not sure what colour this will be.
This bed has suddenly gone mad with grass and weeds. The tall Aquilegias are ones that used to be here and then got covered over with membrane which had rotted half away and had to be removed. The pale pink one towards the orange Geum is also one of this ancient sort. I have taken out the grass around/through the Golden Margjoram in the middle. It needs mulching again though after I have weeded it thoroughly. When I arrived, there was one climbing white rose which had reverted, a tumbling down rose support and Lemon Balm and Marjoram.
Free food - the black trays with tomatoes in were grown from an overwintered yellow cherry tomato which had rolled under the tables. It was just a husk of skin with seeds inside. I opened it and shook the seeds onto a pot of compost and all these appeared. I shall have to give most of them away as I don't have room for that many and I prefer the larger salad tomatoes. I have several diffrerent sorts of Cucumbers started in the house, and some Cantaloupe melons for Tam. I won't put them out in the greenhouse just yet as it's meant to be cooler this next few days, though not the 2 degrees tonight I saw on one forecast earlier in the week.
When I went up to vote on Thursday I took a couple of photos of the view before it is totally decimated by gigantic turbines almost the height of the Shard, and marching miles of pylons.
L. Whale is much better now. I took the executive decision to remove his cone yesterday as he kept digging at it with his bad foot and it was taking the newly healed skin off the wound. It looked sore and I gave him Loxicom for the pain and then last night he slept on the bed beside me all night, and was clearly MUCH happier without the wretched cone on.
I have had a couple of sessions spinning today, trying to get the treadling and tension right. It's years since I last spun so almost like starting again.
On the way home yesterday I came over the Eppynts so I could visit Merthyr Cynog church. Not very visually exciting inside, but it has SUCH a history connected with St Cynog, who was one of King Brychan's sons, the oldest I think. Story and photos tomorrow.
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