On the way home from my parents’, we at last paid a visit to Sherwood Forest, which included a walk to the Major Oak, purportedly to be about a thousand years old.
This was not however the highlight of my day. For the first time in ages, it wasn’t raining when I had time to get into the garden and do some serious work. By ‘serious’ I mean more than pull up a few weeds, although clearing up was as far as I got.
The compost bin is now full of plants removed from the front garden in readiness for planting the crocuses and tulips I bought at the weekend. Then after chopping the seed heads off the evening primrose and tidying up the yukka, it was starting to get dark.
Besides, it’s always good to reflect on where exactly to place spring bulbs for the best effect, is it not? Doubtless it will be a while before the front garden gets anymore attention, in any case, as there is plenty to keep me occupied on the other side of house.
I picked more pods full of beans. All my varieties are supposedly French beans but they go from tiny pods to the kind that needs shelling in the blink of an eye. Since I plan to keep them to enjoy in winter, I’ve therefore been drying them for storage, but I still hope one day to find a variety which I can actually eat as French beans.
The other notable job was to pick nasturtium leaves and flowers for a salad. With temperatures plummeting, it might only be a matter of hours if not days till they are no more.