After such a bad spring there has been much work to catch up.
It has always been my habit to have friends over for afternoon tea when the roses are in full bloom. Needless to say it nearly always rains on the chosen day! For once, it didn’t and last Sunday went off without a hitch and much cake manufacture.
They got lucky, the strawberries had produced well and they got to eat the lot.
Unfortunately or fortunately, however you look at it I have a bit of a reputation for my English roses, they are near to impossible to grow here due to climate, they become beset by blackspot, bugs, laxity, rot, wind blast, mould, you name it, they get it. However, I refuse to go without my roses, so they are on the most strict chemical regimen that woman can devise. I have got it down to a fine art over the years, their schedule is marked on the calendar and adhered to with a religious fervour!
Now for the bad news, next Wednesday I have over 150 people from the garden clubs descending on me to inspect the garden as part of one of the Whatcom tours. I was inveigled into this in the spring, I wriggled womanfully trying to evade the whole thing, but the bloody woman who organises it assailed me at every turn and she took a mumbling partial assent as a definite yes. Now this bunch coming are the really anal brigade, weeds not allowed, grass combed, paths licked, leaves polished type of people. Not your usual British gardener types at all at all. Needless to say I have been rather hard at it removing the evidence of my sloth of late.
As I have already entertained my friends to our great mutual satisfaction I rather hope it rains on the rest of them! Of course to make matters worse, my gardening assistant has buggered off to Alaska for the summer but to be fair and to my surprise an lot of the ‘tea se’t have offered to come in on Friday and help me with last minute jobs. Time to check the quantity count on the potables!
None of this has been made easier by my voluntary involvement with a community garden in Everson. I have another veg garden 30′x20′ elsewhere to look after 3 miles up the road. My excuse being that someone had to show them how to grow vegetables properly!