When my neighbour gave me her gooseberry bush over the summer, I explained that I wouldn’t be able to plant it till winter. However, I knew that she wanted the tub it was in for winter bedding plants.
So, even though the bush still had its pretty autumnal leaves on, after clearing away as many of the crocosmia from round the pine as I could, I dug a hole, filled it first with duvet feathers and then put gooseberry bush in.
This tale suggests an easy afternoon’s work. In the event, it was hard enough getting the crocosmia corms out of the ground. They had grown under the roots of the pine and I did inadvertently cut one of these roots with my spade. Hopefully, the pine won’t have been marred too much by the experience.
When it came to getting the gooseberry bush out of its tub, however, I remembered the visions I had had when taking the pine out of its pot a few years ago. It had been an extremely tight fit and I wondered if this was how a midwife might feel. These thoughts came to mind again today.
Considering I don’t have anymore room for plants, although I’m sure I could always find some, I need to stop accepting offerings in pots. Especially if it looks like I could end up with a hernia getting them into planting position. No doubt famous last words!