It’s July, and I spent a good chunk of yesterday doing things around the garden. I am immensely proud of this, since as we all know, I am a lackadaisical gardener at best, and when I actually manage to, say, weed multiple plants at once, it’s an accomplishment. Every time I get into one of these little bursts of productivity I promise myself that I’ll be better from now on, and spend time in the garden every week, and everything will be great, but I know it’s a lie. At least I managed to clip back some of the blackberries (which have ripe fruit already? which is weird?) and do some weeding and get the lawn mowed, and everything will lie fallow for three months until I suddenly decide I really ought to do something.
Against all reasonable odds, some plants do manage to survive my benign neglect, and some even seem to enjoy it, like this heather, which I have done absolutely nothing for. Nonetheless, it bursts into bloom every June with these nifty little pink flowers, inadvertently validating my ongoing refusal to take care of it.
My lavender is also really coming along, and I might actually bother to fertilise it this year so it stands a chance of seriously growing. (I fertilised my rhododendrons for the first time ever and was startled to discover that, er, when you fertilise plants, they tend to grow.) Also, the bees are obsessed with this plant.
During another burst of productivity earlier this year, I cleaned out a lot of planters, divided bulbs, and redistributed them. Among those bulbs: My Asian lilies, which are pretty spectacular. They seemed to appreciate not being crammed together in a tiny pot, and being given some fertiliser. I’ve really got to look into this whole fertilising thing, you guys.
Finally, my kitten tree is putting out some really lovely fruit:
Over the weekend, I’ll be going to a canning workshop, and I’m ridiculously excited. I’m going to learn how to make pickles!