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It’s been a pretty cold May so far – though a shade warmer than what was, apparently, a cold April – at least compared to recent years. And such seeds as I have sown in pots are pretty generally only tentatively peeking out from beneath the soil – don’t I know it’s cold out there? Still, the sun shines through occasionally, and while it was doing so yesterday I went out and did a spot of digging and cultivating, which did me and the garden good.
On the windowsill (it’s a fairly big windowsill), I’ve got tagetes ‘Lemon Gem’ and a nice single French Marigold called ‘Naughty Marietta’ (I didn’t pick the name – but they’re nice Marigolds that I’ve grown before), which have germinated, and Michaelmas daisies (which are starting to) and heleniums and helichrysums (strawflowers) and things, that are, so far, shy about putting in an appearance. Par for the course, thus far, it seems.
My first dahlia tuber got potted up the other day – a variety called ‘Waltzing Matilda’ (a single or semi-double orangey-red – not my normal preference, but when a variety name makes me smile, it’s halfway to being planted). I’ve got more pots scrubbed ready for washing in the greenhouse (which is doing its impersonation of that scene from The Sword in the Stone with all the pots and dirty dishes piled high to the ceiling, and yours truly singing into the bowels of a giant pot as he works)* and my sweet peas – a lovely old red and white striped variety called ‘America’ – germinated (huzzah!), and have now been potted up three to a pot, and are starting to surface from those.
So, all in all, a bit of a mixed bag – we’re behind, but catching up fast. Or improving, at any rate. And, after all, it does you good to get out and see the turned soil (or in the case of the ground near the shrubs, more sort of aerated with a fork). And it certainly works the kinks and knots out of muscles that have sat too long, so to speak. Long May it continue.
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