In the left at the front of this photo you can see a Yarrow plant. Only it ain't there no more! I've uprooted it. It was in the wrong place, I'd concluded, so I determined - with a breezy air of self confidence - to dig it up and pop it in another spot in the garden. Hah!
Hah blooming hah!
So much for that bright idea. Those Yarrow roots weren't coming out without a struggle. It was worse than trying to cram a stroppy cat into a cat basket (when that moggie just knows the cat basket never makes an appearance unless it's time to visit the dreaded vet). In the end it came out in bits and was lobbed into the compost bin. I hadn't realised how thuggish Yarrow is, a quality it shares with mint whose roots get everywhere.
So I reckon in future i'll treat Yarrow like mint. Either I'll grow it in a container, or in a separate section of the garden where it's away from other plants. Or I'll do the old trick you're recommended to do with mint, namely cut the base off a flowerpot and bury that in the ground, then put the plant inside it. That way, you contain the roots within a limited area, making it much less invasive.
Apart from wrestling with Yarrow I've been digging up some of the flower border in the front garden. Confession time. I'd been in way too much of a hurry to get something green planted out there, so I'd skimped on preparing the ground. I'd taken up the bricks, scraped away some of the sand underneath and dug out a thin layer of limestone that'd been put down to level the ground. But I didn't take out enough of the limestone. Especially at the front edge of the top level it's really quite deep as the garden must've originally been a steepish slope before it was divided and flattened into two distinct levels.
I'm going back now and being more thorough. Rubble sack after rubble sack is being filled, and my gardening is less about drifting around in a pretty frock cutting flowers to plonk in a vase, & more about getting sweaty and heaving bags of sand and stone around. I'm getting down to the original earth, making the flower beds deeper. Meaning they'll need several bags of potting compost tipped into them before they're replanted.
I keep telling myself it'll look good in a couple of years time! I thought I was a patient person, but I think gardening's going to teach me patience on a whole new level.
To keep me cheery I'm lusting over the gorgeous range of seeds in Sarah Raven's catalogue. Can I justify buying more seeds when I've already got more than enough? Not really, but then I haven't bought any Astrantia seeds. Or Leonotis leonurus. Ooooh, what about those opium poppies in deep, jewel-like plum and crimson ... now, where's that credit card gone?
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.