A few years ago, whilst making a trench in the back garden, I came across an empty crisp packet from when the house was being built. Somehow it felt a bit creepy, even though the design of the packets hadn’t significantly changed.
Today, I had a similar moment, whilst clearing away the sand and rubble from the patch on the patio I wanted to turn into ground suitable for growing things in. First came a piece of plastic sheeting,
which at first I had been concerned about disturbing, in case it was somehow connected to the drains. Fortunately, it wasn’t. But then I found a block which was a bit like a sponge but harder and covered in foil.
Anyway, I couldn’t clear as much of the rubble as I might have done, as my back started to twinge. Now, of all the parts of my body I expected to suffer, it never occurred to me that the back would be the thing that might give out first. Still, it lasted until I had made my latest hugel bed, where part of the patio used to be – and the soil mound on top of the strawberries has been reduced quite considerably.
I don’t have enough soil to cover the other side of patio which has also lost its flagstones. So, it looks like I might have to buy in top soil, which is a bit of a shame. However, that’s tomorrow’s problem.
The bed I built today will need to settle. There is also the possibility of strawberries growing in it, as well as spring flowers, as I can’t be sure I got all the bulbs out. But I’m going to sow phacelia so that its roots can condition the soil and we’ll see how it goes.