Looking out the kitchen window this Saturday morning the sunshine is beautiful, and to be honest it was similar yesterday and I even enjoyed the ride to work because of the brilliant light. I wish we could start late every Friday, if only for the chance to remember what it’s like to have sunshine lighting the way to work rather than headlights, but it’s a rare treat this time of year. I won’t say it’s unlikely to happen again until February or March, but those familiar with the calendar and seasonal changes in day-length might already suspect that.
In spite of the sunshine there is still a bit of lingering snow from Monday’s Arctic plunge. Cold weather does that, and it’s been cold. I briefly considered a few snowy photos, but with only an inch or two it wasn’t enough to cover up all the garden’s flaws so rather lets go back to last weekend when the last bulbs and newly purchased shrubs and tree seedlings and clearance perennials and surprise plant packages and whatever else went in to the ground and the last half-hardy pots and tubers and bulbs and cuttings and offsets came indoors in one last, desperate weekend of procrastination comeuppance.
No one wants to see the mess all the tuber filled tubs and overflowing shelves of plants have created indoors so let me instead celebrate a major garden milestone. I hesitate a bit to share, because a story comes to mind which Chloris at The Blooming Garden related not so long ago, but I don’t think people hold me to as high a standard so I think I’m safe. My foggy memory seems to recall Chloris mentioning some surprise over several negative comments given regarding a newly completed project she had revealed. I expect and perhaps deserve a few less than enthusiastic observations, but her projects are always a little crazy and over the top and turn into amazing spaces, so the fact readers were able to find flaws surprised me but it gave me pause none the less. Just for the record, I know my reveal still faces an uphill battle. A lukewarm reception is expected.
I don’t have enough time to bring you up to date on what a failure this part of the “garden” has been. A more optimistic time would be 2013 when this pit was first dug, but looking back at the post(s) even then the title should have been a clue for where this would end up. >Here’s a link< Needless to say a timely article by my friend Pam at Pam’s English Cottage Garden on fall pond building reminded me that a decade is a long time to look at a muddy failure.
In all I’m not sure why it took so long. The hole was already there and I didn’t really have the ambition to make it much bigger… plus the liner I had on hand… for years (oh my God that’s a whole other story) wasn’t much bigger than the hole, so it was just a matter of reshaping things and getting the blocks in.
Construction began about a month ago but then it sat for a few weeks until I could figure out the edging. The back has a bit of a gravelly, sloped beach, but the sides and front are steep and unnaturally squared. I browsed around but eventually called a landscaper friend who hooked me up with some scrap and leftover stone stair treads. He said the thicker cut would look good, and he was right. I love it!
So in my usual tradition I’ve almost finished another project and have convinced myself that I’ll finish the rest at a future date. I may not have learned that lesson yet, but I did learn one interesting thing about my garden, that being the reasons behind my less than stellar drainage. I had assumed the layer of shale fill that surprises the shovel four to six inches down is what keeps the yard a mudpit after it rains, but surprisingly if you chip and pick your way through that, bedrock lies another six inches below. So much for the inground pool plans, and hence the reason for the pond being slightly elevated.
The garden has been neglected sine last weekend. I’d like to haul a little more compost in for some last minute mulching, but all I’ve really done is order an unnecessary amount of clearance bulbs which now need to get in the ground before the frosts really set in. Maybe I’ll just hope for a warm December.
In any case blowing off Saturday blogging and gardening and journeying down to Philly to enjoy some fall snowdrops doesn’t help my case at all. Maybe today I’ll find some motivation to get all the new jobs done.
Motivation through the week hasn’t even brought me outside. Late nights and cold weather can do that, but at least things look halfway decent for the winter, even if all I do is take a glance while pulling in to the driveway.
Another thing which may look halfway decent for the winter is the indoor winter garden. In a rare bout of preparedness I did a summertime cleaning of the room and when things started trickling indoors they actually had a place to go this year. I’m excited for it and have already spent a night in there picking pots clean, arranging plants, repotting a few things… all the unnecessary things which define the slower pace of puttering indoors.
As soon as this posts I’m off to secure another batch of mulch. It’s now Sunday morning but hopefully late enough that Godless doesn’t come to mind when I’m seen filling tubs with compost behind the town hall building. I promise this will be the last of it, and it really needs to be since I should be addressing the tray of new cyclamen which may have followed me home from yesterday’s Philly trip. There will be more on that later, so for now let’s focus on the money I saved by not shipping directly and at least I didn’t buy any more snowdrops.