When Mr. Fairweather’s mother was still alive, towards the end, she spent a lot of time in hospital. On one of our visits to her she said something to Mr. Fairweather about the avenue. “What avenue?” he asked, thinking that possibly the medication was getting the better of her.
“Your avenue – up by your site.”
“You mean the lane?”
“If you plant trees on it, then it will be an avenue.”
No flies on that woman. And so we planted trees. Mr. Fairweather is the tree expert and quite discerning about his tree selection. We opted for a line of Scot’s pines. I would underplant them with daffodils and tulips. They are coming on well but there is a gap at the top of the
lane avenue where an old field gate stands. The gate is being requisitioned and we need to get the last of the Scot’s pines into the line. Winter is the perfect time for that. So first on the to-do list this month:
- Plant last of Scots pines along the avenue.
Last chance saloon for my spring flowering bulbs – that means the last of the daffodil bulbs still hanging around in the bottom of the Little Paddler’s buggy – don’t ask.
- Clean the polytunnel plastic. It’s green. You can’t even see out of it. I don’t know how plants have been growing in it. And I’m not sure how I’ll reach the top but we’ll do what we can.
- Clear out the inside of the polytunnel. I have cleared out the tomatoes, peppers and miscellaneous growing experiments. But I need to tackle the weeds and do a general tidy up. And put a bit of compost into the beds inside to replenish them.
- The straw bales left over from house building and stored in the tunnel are proving too comfortable for the rodents and I fear we have a rat and mouse problem. Yuck. Job for Mr. Fairweather.
Plant out my currant bush experiments.
- The hens destroyed my outdoor herb box. Fortunately I had been propagating a few more from cuttings. I’ll plant these up and try and find a safer spot for my herbs.
- Pull weeds back from around base of fruit trees in the orchard.
- Plan my planting for next year. Love this job. So excited. There will definitely have to be a blog post or two about that.
- But I’ll need more growing space in my sea of weeds. I have negotiated five new raised beds. Mr. Fairweather and his brother will hopefully do all the grunt work on that. I’ll provide tea for the workers. The Little Paddler will supervise in general.
I reckon that’s tonnes. I’d like to finally get the ducks into the freezer. Shhhh……….don’t tell them but they are lined up for Christmas dinner this year instead of a goose. But keep that between you and me.