War On Weeds

The bluebell wood is looking magnificent

That cruel wind was back again yesterday after our respite earlier in the week, even within the walled garden at Norton Conyers it shrieks in over the walls and whips around the corners making for unpleasant gardening. Mother Nature is in full throttle now as chosen plants struggle to outgrow the ever advancing weeds, so we weeded and weeded all day long starting with the dahlia pots in the shelter of the glasshouse, that kept us out of the elements until break time. Pausing in our weeding only to put up the rustic bean supports we moved onto the cold frames and continued on by separating the tiny vegetable seedlings from the chickweed. After lunch we attacked the more pernicious varieties in the apple tree border where we continued to do battle on hands and knees with bind weed and goose grass until it was time for home, at least down there in the undergrowth the stiff breeze seemed a little less penetrating.

"It is impossible to win the race unless you venture to run, impossible to win the victory unless you dare to battle"
Richard M. Devos

This weeks posy