Edited by Patricia Stammers, Tuesday, 23 Jul 2013, 18:54
... never wanted to. What am I to do?
I can't 'elp eet.
The bay tree, outside the kitchen window, looks spiffing, at the moment. Would have been easier to plant in early Spring, when the ground was damp with Winter rain. Eight gallons of water were used to drench the site - and me. A circle marked with sand was scored with a metal culinary spatula; the turf spiked and torn off with a garden fork.
'Oh,' said a voice from over the hedge. 'A pond.'
What the bay tree thought, of being ousted from its pot and transplanted for the second time this year, I have yet to discover. Hope it doesn't change into a trifid.
Playing in Mud Again
... never wanted to. What am I to do?
I can't 'elp eet.
The bay tree, outside the kitchen window, looks spiffing, at the moment. Would have been easier to plant in early Spring, when the ground was damp with Winter rain. Eight gallons of water were used to drench the site - and me. A circle marked with sand was scored with a metal culinary spatula; the turf spiked and torn off with a garden fork.
'Oh,' said a voice from over the hedge. 'A pond.'
What the bay tree thought, of being ousted from its pot and transplanted for the second time this year, I have yet to discover. Hope it doesn't change into a trifid.