The Golden Showers on the left is now full of blooms and the Rambling Rector is just getting going. We have two of both. One of the latter sprawls through a clump of flowering currant, the other twenty feet (6 metres) up the old ash tree I can see from my computer chair. There will be more photos of this rose as it explodes in white up the tree.


Saturday, rained in night. I am getting fed up with all the restrictions, they do not announce the many thousands that die of cancer or heart disease every day - we live with that and get on with things. We are going to have to get used to this bug as well.

Enough - lots of flowers out, Gladiolus Byzantinus, a white veronica, good old chives, red hot poker (Kniphofia) and Allium christophii. The white rosebay is coming out on the banking and swamping our poor old fig. I have cut down the 1.5 metre tall chard as it is going to seed. Shed roof repair time and D is coming today or tomorrow or Tuesday or sometime. The house martins are in the nest and making it bigger. Have not seen the ducks for a few days.
R dragged me out for the three mile walk at back of Penny Bridge - Smithy Green, High Farm, Scathwaite, Bowstead Gates, Ashplants and Toppin Rays. Saw first swifts, now need a rest (again).
And so to Sunday but not as overcast most of day - mowed lawns ducking under the branches of the Victoria plum heavy with fruit, wondered how the field maple Sue gave us has got so big, thought I would show you the last of the aquilegias as R is dead heading them (and chopping back the flowering chives).
Monday, gardener S is here, finishing the spring drain but found another spring nearby! Everything has grown so much since the rain - especially the weeds and long grass. He is now putting small chippings on the paths.
In afternoon tidied the rose bed then trimmed the knotted willow - and fell over into a hole with my feet above my head. Could I get up - only with difficulty after working out how.
In the wood are the remains of an old engine and S said he might come and take it for the scrap man. The harden used to be a small-holding and there is a place in the brambles where the previous owner dumped stuff - bottles, old tyres and the remains of an engine.

Tuesday and dry (for now). D is replacing the shed roof, the shingles were rotten. Now the shed roof, the old one, is burned.
This is the rather chaotic half of the cutting bed I have not yet got to. Sweet Williams in front (Stunkin' Wullies in Scotland)(Duke of Cumberland) and red alstroemerias behind (that R does not like much).
There are also some struggling gladioli, white phlox and other things, somewhere.
It needs digging up and de-weeding, then replanting.
Just finishing in the garden when I found our resident wasps nest in my garden trunk! They are going in by the padlock (and out). And one of them found me - amazing how fast an old arthritic man can run! Winegar for wasps please!
Wednesday and rain.


R dragged me out for the three mile walk at back of Penny Bridge - Smithy Green, High Farm, Scathwaite, Bowstead Gates, Ashplants and Toppin Rays. Saw first swifts, now need a rest (again).
And so to Sunday but not as overcast most of day - mowed lawns ducking under the branches of the Victoria plum heavy with fruit, wondered how the field maple Sue gave us has got so big, thought I would show you the last of the aquilegias as R is dead heading them (and chopping back the flowering chives).

In afternoon tidied the rose bed then trimmed the knotted willow - and fell over into a hole with my feet above my head. Could I get up - only with difficulty after working out how.
In the wood are the remains of an old engine and S said he might come and take it for the scrap man. The harden used to be a small-holding and there is a place in the brambles where the previous owner dumped stuff - bottles, old tyres and the remains of an engine.



There are also some struggling gladioli, white phlox and other things, somewhere.
It needs digging up and de-weeding, then replanting.
Just finishing in the garden when I found our resident wasps nest in my garden trunk! They are going in by the padlock (and out). And one of them found me - amazing how fast an old arthritic man can run! Winegar for wasps please!
Wednesday and rain.
Thursday, grey day, windy, can't be bothered to garden so publish blog.
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