Don’t fence me in
The two main events this week have been firstly that I got a new fence, which not only is staying put in the wind, but looks extremely smart.
The fence is made of concrete, with wooden panels that can be taken out and replaced if necessary. As all the fences that I have responsibility for are now made of concrete, I am hoping that I will never need any more fencing replaced, apart from the panels when foxes and badgers make holes in them. Note to anyone thinking of putting up a concrete fence themselves: the gravel boards weigh 56 kg and the posts weigh even more. Not something I would attempt, despite my twenty-five years of weight training.
Also, my plants from J Parkers came. Hooray! I emailed them about my order just over a week ago, and they responded by sending it out immediately. Although I was a bit worried about my poor plants spending a weekend in a cardboard box in the dark, they didn’t seem to mind much.
Top row, left to right: Kiwi Oriental Delight (yes, a real edible one), Euonymus europaeus Red Cascade, Rhododendron Marcel Menard. Next row: Sarcococca Purple Stem. Next row: Blueberries. Bottom row: Leucothoe Scarletta, Callicarpa Profusion.
They all arrived in pots, except the Euonymus, which was bare root. I soaked it in a bucket for an hour, and then put it in a pot with some compost to keep it happy until I can plant it. You are supposed to heel in bare root plants, but I find putting them in a pot is more convenient and doesn’t seem to kill them.
The plants are small, but then I wanted small ones, given that we will have a hosepipe ban starting next week and it’s unlikely it will be lifted until the winter. They look healthy and chirpy enough, so I am pleased.
Roger, the fence man, managed to tip a load of soil and rubble on top of my alchemilla in the front garden while replacing a fence post for my neighbour, which I told him was extremely unsporting. I think some people are plant-blind – they genuinely don’t see plants when they are working in the garden, unless the plants are more than 2 ft high or have large prickles. So I don’t think he could help it, really, and he did put up a very nice fence for me, so I forgave him. If the alchemilla does not re-emerge by the end of April, I will have to consider it to be buried in an unmarked grave and go and beg a seedling off my friend Sharon. Or plant some pyracantha instead.
And finally, the Brimstone Butterfly Report. I saw one on 15 March. So far I haven’t seen any others.