Trimmed the front and back hedges. Sudden bramble attacks are not fun!
Excavated a bunch of edging stones and got rid of as many roots as possible in the area that will become The First and Future Bed. This leaves only one final part (close to the hedge) to clear.
Cleared another square metre or two of pebbles. This and the grubbing around in the First and Future Bed disturbed only a few earthworms and pill bugs and centipedes. There's nowhere near enough creepy-crawlies in the ground. This is not good. :/
I did make next door's dogs yodel and bark when I screamed and flailed inadvertently on encountering the first inch long yellow centipede while grubbing around in the pebbles. Man, those things move fast.
I made pie with the leftovers of the roast dinner we had Saturday and it was nom. (Gods, I have become domestic.)
And a robin visited the garden! I know robins are hardly the rarest birds on this planet, but this one landed on the edge of my weeding bin (I use an old plastic waste bin to chuck weeds in while in the garden)
and was less than a foot away from me. He didn't fly away when I sat up; I suspect because there were interesting wriggling bits in the bin. It was brilliant.
Excavated a bunch of edging stones and got rid of as many roots as possible in the area that will become The First and Future Bed. This leaves only one final part (close to the hedge) to clear.
Cleared another square metre or two of pebbles. This and the grubbing around in the First and Future Bed disturbed only a few earthworms and pill bugs and centipedes. There's nowhere near enough creepy-crawlies in the ground. This is not good. :/
I did make next door's dogs yodel and bark when I screamed and flailed inadvertently on encountering the first inch long yellow centipede while grubbing around in the pebbles. Man, those things move fast.
I made pie with the leftovers of the roast dinner we had Saturday and it was nom. (Gods, I have become domestic.)
And a robin visited the garden! I know robins are hardly the rarest birds on this planet, but this one landed on the edge of my weeding bin (I use an old plastic waste bin to chuck weeds in while in the garden)
and was less than a foot away from me. He didn't fly away when I sat up; I suspect because there were interesting wriggling bits in the bin. It was brilliant.
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Date: 2011-06-13 07:36 pm (UTC)Centipedes, on the other hand, are your friends, even though they may be startling at times :-)
And yay for robins!
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Date: 2011-06-13 08:14 pm (UTC)The robin was lovely! All sleek and boppy and not at all timid. I kind of want to get a birdfeeder in (it'd have to be high enough so the cats can't jump onto it, of course.)
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:35 am (UTC)Yes - I'd really like to feed the birds here, but it wouldn't be fair to put out feeders for them where Salem could get at them, which is pretty much all our handkerchief-sized plot.
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Date: 2011-06-13 09:08 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, I've had a couple of glasses of wine and now can't read this in the way you intended it...
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Date: 2011-06-13 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:22 am (UTC)A mattock is one of the best tools you can get hold of. Easily out strips a fork on bigger weeds.
Lack of creepy crawlies can be addressed by getting organic matter into the soil. Up here, stables give it away for free. You just have to dig into the muck pile a bit to get to the stuff that has rotted down properly and is almost black, crumbly and doesn't smell.
Robins can be encouraged to the point of eating from your hand with a bit of effort.
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
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