There's not much I can do in the garden at the moment. The bulbs are pushing through, and there are even flowers. Early crocus, muscari and amenome blanda. Very pretty, but close to the ground and difficult to see from the conservatory. I prefer a bigger bloom if I'm honest, but these are really for the pollinators that will emerge soon. At least I hope the bad weather hasn't put them back. There are leaves unfurling everywhere, and buds forming on the deciduous plants.
This weekend Marc and I turned our attention to the front of the house. My greenhouse lives here, as it has a southern aspect. The front contains Lilac, Buddliea, Privet, Palm, Agapanthus and Fuschia. We laid gravel down several years ago for reasons of low maintenence. Lately it has all started to look a bit overgrown and messy out there. I never really minded too much - I quite like the unkempt bed head look. But I had to agree with Marc that if we want to sell the house (more of that later), then we need a bit of kerb appeal. Or at the very least a tidy front garden.
So the Fuschia and Buddliea were pruned back hard. The Buddliea will grow to the same height again this summer. The Fuschia will grow more steadily, but will still flower this year. The Agapanthus was cut back so that the front path could be navigated again. I didn't realise how much it had taken over. The weeds were weeded, and a new load of gravel was laboriously carried in trugs, deposited and raked smooth.
It was a lovely sunny afternoon and we went at it with gusto. Olly helped too. He worked very hard, and enjoyed using the garden implements and carrying gravel in his bucket - even with his wellies on the wrong feet. It felt good to be involved in a joint enterprise with Marc. And after about three hours we had a tidied front garden, a pleasant ache in the limbs and a well earned cup of tea on the doorstep.
All that remains is to prettify the porch (I'm thinking a couple of Bay trees) and decide whether to continue with my seed planting, or to save them for somewhere new. My fledgling garden may soon be handed over to another, and I am unsure how I feel about that. Proud of what I have acheived, and sad to leave it behind.