Warning: this post may contain a few mildly irritating references to pottering.
Some days are just plain old rewarding. Saturday was like that. After a morning doing kid things like the crazy-long-queue Lego show, the afternoon was spent pottering outside in the front yard. It was looking a little sad after some battering rain, and a little inattention since we’ve been out back for the last month of weekends. It’s still looking a little sad because the lawn is a mess, but I had yet another chat with the guys (they’re all just lovely old dads, with dad kind of advice) at Newton’s Seed this morning and came home with another bag of seed, some fertiliser, and some nutritious soil. Hoping for sunshine this weekend.
So, pots. Pots and pots!
And chairs and potting mix and plants and garden tools…
It got pretty messy for a while. But there really is nothing quite like planting fresh new plants – there’s so much excitement in a teensy little plant and a pile of rich brown soil. I can’t wait until they grow! Here’s how it looked after a minor hose down:
And today, on this beautiful sunshiney day, here’s some more patio prettiness:
I got all my plants from Roger’s nursery in Mangere. It’s pretty cheap, but I go there for the entertainment if nothing else. It’s jam-packed full of goodies, but if you can find one of the chaps who work there they can always point you in the right direction (if you can turn your wheelbarrow around that is). And Roger can always be heard shouting tidbits of advice from his hut at the entrance as he takes your money (cash only – go prepared).
As for my plant selection… I had a short list – lambs ear, some herbs, succulents… then just filled up the wheelbarrow with whatever else I liked the look of. And Master W picked out a plant for himself too. Some others that I already had waiting for pots came from my Poppa – let’s hope my ones do as well as his own patio full.
As well as pottering on the patio, I had a tidy up of the garden bed on the other side, and filled in some gaps with a random assortment of flowers. Some of my hydrangeas have done really well, others have barely grown – not sure why, but I’m done waiting for them to fill out.
When you live amidst the chaos of so many unfinished projects and rooms and outdoor areas it is nice to have something that feels a bit more done. Someplace you can just go and admire and feel a bit satisfied with how it is right now.
The front yard is in no way complete, but for now it feels like we’ve done enough (apart from rescuing the lawn) and the rest can wait. It’s winter after all!