Ramblings and Musings and Wibblings

So, following my baffled yet pleased statement that I had a non-eaten pumpkin plant, I came home yesterday morning and found all its leaves lying on the ground^*, and the main eaten through. Just the stem, nothing else. Bastards! *shakes fist*

^*What? Doesn't everyone check their garden as soon as they come home from night shift?

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.

I've been reclaiming the garden one square metre at a time and the difference is impressive even though I've only done a small amount (compared to what needs to be done in total). Due to years of only minimal maintenance, I have yet to find many plants that my limited skills can save. The plants are either dead or completely stunted and twisted and unhappy looking.

I try not to think about how much work is still to come because gibbering in sheer terror does not get the garden cleared, damnit.

Neither does it get my stuff upstairs unpacked and tidied away, so I think I'll go do a bit of that now before I go into the garden again to do battle with the honeysuckle (and evey other damned weed).