I've found a really pathetic and small holly in a plastic pot. It was hidden by the honeysuckles and some other plant I cannot identify (but considering it was obviously conspiring with the honeysuckles, it's being removed). Hopefully it will grow enough so I can give it a spot in the garden when there's space to plant things.
The raised bed is now more than half-cleared and I have started removing roots. I don't know what the hell else used to be in that bed, but the ground is now pretty much held together by various root systems. The soil appears to be clay and contains an astonishing amount of pebbles. It's a good thing I plan to use it as a base for a raised hugelkultur bed
anyway, because there is no way on earth that I'd be able to turn that soil into something usable without hurting myself in interesting ways.
I've also been deconstructing the rock wall around the bed. This wasn't part of the original plan, but it made life easier grubbing up some of the more impressive roots. The removed rocks will probably be recycled as edging for the future bed.
Ahem. So. Yes. Garden. Sorry, I'm still getting used to this whole gardening urge. I'm sure I will eventually stop going on about it every chance I get.
I'm otherwise ludicrously happy. There's still a 'wait, you mean I don't have to leave? Ever again?' quality to living here and sharing a house with azekeil
. We can go and visit people and then go home together
. This is a wonderful novelty.