
I feel very grown up. Having finished digging my big long hole in the garden, I have today gone to Homebase and purchased many bags of multi-purpose compost, and a variety of easy-to-care-for bedding plants.
I now intend to spend some time out in my garden (cheerfully ignoring the weed and cat-wee filled mountain of earth on my patio), filling in, watering, covering to prevent weeds and then planting up my lovely new empty border.
I want to go for the wow factor when Jamie comes home tomorrow evening, to a garden hopefully devoid of earth and weeds and full of lovely pretty flowers.
This of course relies on me getting the planting done today, and finding a wheelbarrow that fits through my house tomorrow morning (another trip to homebase, but if I'm only getting a wheelbarrow I can walk).
I don't have any really exciting plants, lots of pansies and petunias and lobelias (because they spread quickly), and fuschias. I love fuschias. I have six very small ones, and one bigger one that is already in flower (for impact). There are also two asters, one pink and one purple. Hopefully all the flowers will be pink, purple, blue and yellow and it will look lovely.
Don't really need to worry about height, because next door have an enormous honeysuckle, which is growing all down our side of the fence too. I might start training that to grow along the fence rather than down though.
so yay, I feel all grown up for gardening and buying plants and things. Like a real person.