A Bit Moist

The weather forecasters got it disappointingly wrong on Saturday morning, as soon as we got to NC a steady rain began. We started by digging up the dahlia tubers from the cut flower border and with each step my boots collected more and more mud, it's no wonder the cockneys call them daisy roots, you could have grown a garden in mine! It was still raining after tea break so Giles relented and let us do something a little less muddy. He had brought in three old wire hanging baskets and so sent us out to collect moss with which to line them. Then we dug up clumps of Galanthus snowdrops and convillaria lily of the valley and placed them upside down within the frame, back filling with compost. When turned over the bulbs will grow through the moss creating little woodland mounds which can be used as table decorations at Christmas. It is an old Victorian method and I think they would make lovely presents. As the day wore on I was increasingly looking forward to a hot bath, but at least I survived my first taste of awful weather, only the cold to conquer now!
The foot in the bottom pic is mine, that's one big mushroom!

"Rain is grace, rain is the sky condescending to the earth, without rain there would be no life"
John Updike

"Some people walk in the rain. some people just get wet"
Roger Miller