Sadly, no real gardening's been achieved lately, but the ankle's definitely on the mend. I've made a couple of feeble journey's to the local Co-op and even hobbled around Primark. Honestly, you know you've got cabin fever when an outing to the High Street is a big deal. I stumbled around Wilko and found these useful wigwam apex grips, 4 for a grand total of 50p, plus rocket and salad leaf seeds at 25p each. They're shifting the last of their gardening stuff before it's non-stop Christmas carols blasting out over the tannoy and more shelves stacked with chocolate than you ever thought possible.
I did a mooch around a charity shop and found this M&S vase, good as new and still with the label on the base, for just two quid. As I intend to grow loads of flowers next year I'll need some vases. I've got a couple of cylinder shaped vases, but - according to Sarah Raven whose advice about flower arranging I'm acquiring through YouTube videos - they're not the ideal shape. You want a fat bellied vase which narrows before flaring out, just like the one I bought. Then the flowers can fan out, rather than being jammed in a cylinder and having to stand straight as guardsmen.
Right now the garden's home to the last of the tomatoes, which need picking, as do lots of runner beans. The orange nasturtiums still flowering like mad, enjoying the sunny September days that still sneak in among the colder, rainy ones. There're still lots of verbena flowers for the bees and particularly the butterflies to enjoy.
Everything needs a clean and tidy, especially the stacks of empty flower tubs and saucers piling up in the shed that want dipping in hot, soapy water before being neatly stacked away. There's the feeling that the garden needs making good before the real cold days and night settle in.
I've barely been outside for the last week and a half, let alone done any gardening. I've a sprained ankle, you see. it was a bee related accident. The little blighters fly into my conservatory and have trouble getting out. I leave windows and doors open, but still they circle the room getting increasingly frustrated, before flying up to the roof and flinging themselves against it. The roof's opaque glass, so they manically launch themselves at it again and again until either (a) I rescue them or (b) they expire. Keen to do my bit to help I regularly clamber up a set of household steps and trap them in a glass so they can be set free to carry on pollinating.
Only last time I did this I kinda missed my footing and - oooff! - landed awkwardly. My right ankle, never the most slender of things, puffed up like I'd got half a grapefruit stuck on its side. For at least a week I was reduced to hopping around like Long John Silver without the wooden leg. I'm just about able to sloooowly hobble now, and even managed to fetch some milk and (purely medicinal, you understand) jaffa cakes from the Co-op today. But gardening? Nah. Sadly that's on hold, along with yoga, Pilates, cycling and wearing proper shoes as my right foot's still swollen and bruised.
Oh well, I've just received Suttons 2018 catalogue in the post, so I'll content myself with lazing about making lists of more flowers I want to grow, and watching lots of cheesy telly.
Hope you're fit and well. Here's to a healthy September.
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.